Ping pong movie let's go, leaving now to go see —

#49, or #2419, 2026's "Marty Supreme."

(Fully forgot to hit send. Pretend I tooted this 3 and a half hours ago.)

Know nothing about this 1990 Lawrence Kasdan picture my dedication to podcast completionism is making me watch, it's —

#50, or #2420, 1990's "I Love You to Death."

In a genuine Valentine's Day coincidence, my dedication to Blank Check completionism is forcing me to watch a movie with the word "love" in the title that I would otherwise never have put on, it's —

#51, or #2421, 2008's "The Love Guru."

It's another Best Picture nominee that seems like one of those that had a good point at the time but we wooshed past that point half a century ago, it's —

#52, or #2422, 1957's "Peyton Place."

With and after dinner, watched —

#53, or #2423, 2026 doc “Disneyland Handcrafted.”

Truly just wall-to-wall violations of even the most loosey-goosey of basic modern health and safety standards.

I've definitely seen at least one other adaptation of this that I fully do not remember, leaving now to go see —

#54, or #2424, 2026's ""Wuthering Heights"."

David has told me to watch this 1972 TV movie that dares to ask, "what if a Black man was President of the United States, wouldn't that be something," it's —

#55, or #2425, 1972's "The Man."

 🔗 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXdA0z5BUig

It's the 1957 Best Picture nominee that dared to ask, what if there was a —

#56, or #2426, "Witness for the Prosecution."

The first of the 1958 Best Picture nominees, I know nothing about this one, it's —

#57, or #2427, 1958's "Gigi."

One of those "well if you can see it on the big screen, ya gotta" movies, leaving now to go see a 30th anniversary screening of —

#58, or #2428, 1996 Baz Luhrmann picture "Romeo + Juliet."

In this one Glen Powell kills the rich for fun and profit, leaving now to go see —

#59, or #2429, 2026's "How to Make a Killing."

Alex Daily not going to improv comedy class tonight, on account of it being a vacation week, and so Alex Daily can instead go to the Mystery Classic. (Like Sneak Preview but the movie is old.)

The hints are "The day after carnival," and "Iron ....," and we like @kurt 's suggestion of it being "The Hangover," but only one way to find out, leaving now.

#60, or #2430.

It's the third of four movies that have ask, what if a star was born, it's —

#61, or #2431, 1976's "A Star is Born."

Obviously accomodating my brother's schedule isn't an issue at all, but I do sometimes miss seeing movies at like 10:15am on a weekday.

But he doesn't care about these, so leaving now to go catch the 10:15am screening of —

#62, or #2432, 2026's "Scream 7."

I'm... pretty sure?, this is Jewish Mulan, it's —

#63, or #2433, 1983 Barbra Streisand picture "Yentl."

Remember how bad "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" was, well, what if there was a moderately better movie about Wolverine that was also a little weird about Japan, it's —

#64, or #2434, 2013's "The Wolverine."

More movie titles should have exclamation marks in them to signal that they're Exciting!, leaving now for a screening of —

#65, or #2435, 2001's "Moulin Rouge!"

It's the movie that dares to ask, what if there was a prince of tides, it's —

#66, or #2436, 1991 Barbra Streisand picture "The Prince of Tides."

If you’ve known me long enough, you’ll know I’m obsessed with malls. Not “shrine in my basement”-obsessed, just “sometimes I’ll watch a movie specifically because it’s set in a mall”-obsessed.

You can probably extrapolate from that that I’ve obviously also been thinking about the secret mall apartment since the moment I first heard the story.

With and after dinner, I watched —

#67, or #2437, 2024 documentary “Secret Mall Apartment.”

The new Pixar is called "Hoppers" in America but "Jumpers" here, and so obviously I haven't been calling it "Joppers" but the other thing, leaving now to go see —

#68, or #2438, 2026's "Jumpers."

Let's wrap up Barbra Streisand's career as a director, I don't know anything about this one, either, it's —

#69, or #2439, 1996's "The Mirror Has Two Faces."

Jeff Bridges is a maths professor who knows he can't handle another passionate love affair because the last one derailed him writing his book by 14 years.

Babs plays a professor of Romantic Literature who still lives with her mom, mostly watches baseball, and only goes on dates with nebbish little accountants she doesn't want to see a second time.

Presumably, they'll make it work.

A phone sex performer has given Bridges the tip to take out an ad to help him find what he's looking for:

"Columbia University professor (male) seeks woman interested in common goals and companionship. Must have a Ph.D. and be over thirty-five."

and then, in bold, underlined:

"Physical appearance NOT import!"

you see, the man is sick to death of constantly having sex with extremely hot women

In the middle of a test, Bridges is sorting applicants into piles of "rejects," "too pretty," and "possibilities."

He takes one look at an admittedly unflattering picture of Barbra Streisand and goes "hmm." Finally, he thinks, noted unattractive person Barbra Streisand.

(The sister sent it in, of course.)

"Humour in calculus?"

inconceivable

"I don't want to do this."

I said nothing.