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Hot take: The Joel era was better.
Nuclear take: The KTMA era was peak.
Nuclear take: The KTMA era was peak.
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I was really surprised at how good Revenge Of The Mysterons From Mars turned out.Hot take: The Joel era was better.
Nuclear take: The KTMA era was peak.
Robot Holocaust was pretty good.Hot take: The Joel era was better.
Nuclear take: The KTMA era was peak.
Please tell me someone wished Mark Hamill's granddaughter a happy Thanksgiving.They got a lot of shit for using Mark Hamill for the Turkey Day Marathon, and they deleted comments exposing Mark on the MST3K channel if not both channels
Pretty hard to do when it's an echo chamber (Only one guy was able to troll the lefties on the stream before he got banned). The stream was also crashing a couple of times, and the chat lied to themselves that the MST3K marathons always had issues (it was never the case). You can tell Joel and wokeness ruined MST.Please tell me someone wished Mark Hamill's granddaughter a happy Thanksgiving.
reboot ate my response so I'll redo itRobot Holocaust was pretty good.
The lock was more because of politics/TDS and getting Mark Hamill for the marathon instead of funny robot skits. Mark must have been buzzed and drunk when he recorded his segment because he could barely go through his script/queue cards (funny how they had Mark introduce a Felicia Day episode). Gamera vs. Jiger was the only episode from Felicia they aired (the rest was meme shit like Space Mutiny and Hobgoblins). But yea, Jonah just isn't as good as Joel or Mike. I gave GvJ 5 minutes to make me laugh, and it was pretty bad.I think they locked the chat down because they play the new episodes next to the classics and it makes them look even worse. I liked some isolated riffing bits in Jonah's Netflix run but you put that up with a Joel/Mike show and it's nothing. They didn't even show an Emily episode this year which was amusing.
I've been meaning to see Robot Holocaust without the riffs because while it's a shitty or mediocre Sci-Fi movie, it had a great soundtrack.Robot Holocaust is def one of my favs, Been a top pick of mine since I started watching with the first cable season. The season 1 riffing style works well with the goofy breezy nature of the movie, like it's a DnD game that got reworked into a movie.
The movie is set in a beach town where it’s somehow newsworthy when “some stuff washes up on the beach.” Among the debris is the titular sea serpent, or sea monster, or creature, depending on who’s speaking. A young boy and an older girl—who has an ill-advised crush on him—find the thing, and inexplicably decide to befriend it. The boy hopes the giggling, wet beast will somehow help his mom get back together with his estranged father, played by, you guessed it, the one and only Joe Estevez!
Meanwhile, the kids try to keep the bug-eyed reptile hidden from two cartoonishly goofy men who constantly pursue them but never manage to appear in the same scene. That's kind of impressive, in a way! Again, desperate for scraps of hope here!
I actually lean a lot towards Joel. He had this older brother kind of vibe and i enjoy his time capsule humor. The stoner delivery of his lines made a lot of them funny even if I didn't get it.And references like to Mary Jo Pehl's hometown, like that one in Eegah: "Circle Pines...after dark."
A bit late on this, but perhaps even more surprisingly, The Final Sacrifice is also up now:Time Chasers is online on that official MST3K YT channel.
BTW the channel is at: /channel/UCFzph9x-n9FR52BI94Zfgww
After Season One ended, Josh took off for Hollywood to find his fortune. Meanwhile, the rest of us sat back here in Minnesota waiting for a contract for new shows. According to the many hundreds of lawyers involved, the new contract was “on the way.” Yeah. “On the way.” Well, this little “on the way” ploy worked through March, through April and through May, when it started to get a little tiresome. We all drew unemployment, except for Mike. For some reason, we kept the whiny little bastard on the payroll to keep him from bolting back to his job at T.G.I. Friday. (Actually, Mike’s invaluable talents as head writer would have been terrible to lose, and we kept him on to make him think he was somehow better than the rest of us. It worked. Oh, do I sound bitter? No, not me. Hell no. I have nothing but bonhomie for the festering little turd. Really.)
About three months later the mail started showing up for Season Two, due to the lag time between shooting and airing. Most of the mail was positive for Frank and me in our new roles, but I still fondly remember one particular piece of negative mail. Someone worked really hard to print out a huge banner, about ten feet long, which read in big block letters I HATE TOM SERVO’S NEW VOICE!!! Heh-heh-heh. It was really nice of someone to go through all that fuss just for me, in order to make me feel as bad as I possibly could. Too bad it didn’t work. I proudly hung it on the wall behind my desk and kept it there for over a year. And for the person who sent me the banner, I feel bad to know that their life is so bereft of joy and meaning that they are reduced to sending hate mail to a puppet.
Season Five was a happy one for all. It fell in the middle of what in television is a very long contract, and everyone was basking in the warm rays of financial security. Kevin bought his third Jaguar in one week, put a brick on the accelerator, and crashed this one into a pole too! “Just to see how big a fireball it makes,” he would say, and then laugh his hearty baritone laugh. Then he’d hand me a coffee mug—sized roll of thousands and order me to buy him a new one. “And make it gun-barrel blue this time, you little s—t!!’” he’d say, and then laugh that laugh again. Boy, that laugh is infectious, I tell you.
The main thing I think about when I consider the end of the Comedy Central years is the departure of Trace Beaulieu. Trace is one of the most charming, generous, funny people I've ever known. When the last show was done, when our little endeavor seemed, in fact, to be all over, he gave me a postcard I still have on my fridge. It's a wonderful photo -- from maybe the 1920s -- of a race car driver in one of those old bullet-style cars. He's on an old dirt road, some sparse audience visible in the background; he's looking over to his left, his hair blown back in an image simultaneously of speed and comic surprise; and what he's seeing is his left rear tire, which has just left its axle and is bounding by him on the road.
It's a sublime moment of "Hey, what the --!!!" On the back, Trace wrote that it sure was nice working on the puppet show with me. And it was, too; from my end, doubly. Thank you, Trace.