The closet of shame keeps attracting illustrious guests from overseas. This week, my brother Ian Mantgani joins me in my home state to discuss Detroit's best movie: FOUR BROTHERS. In spite of it being shot in Toronto, and being a horrible movie, we still had a good time through the power of friendship. And alcohol. I think it was probably the alcohol. Deciding it best to re-shape the film into some kind of Shyamalanian mystery, we may have shirked our critical duties, here, in favor of regaining our sanity. Join us, won't you?
