In a rush to get to his spot moments before we went on-air Dennis' knee had a rather displeasing encounter with the edge of a table. He'd find no comfort in a sip of all-natural Mountain Dew either. The pain in his knee and disdain on his taste buds was nothing compared to the ambient attitude of today's show. A disagreement over TRON: LEGACY leads the program when a listener expresses their polar-opposite to ours opinion of the Disney sequel. From there things head south even more... month by month. You see, this week's show is our annual look ahead at the theatrical releases Hollywood has planned for the entire year. Last year we called it "A Glance At The Gloom", which hinted at the quality of films we were dealing with. Now that 2010 is over, it's safe to say it was a pretty "gloomy" year at the box office. Films absent of any story or redeeming qualities reined at the box office. A strange paradox persists at ticket counters everywhere. The movies coming out of southern CA are crap, shit, garbage, manure, junk, crud and so on... yet people continue to flock to theaters and shell out $10 — $13 if it's 3D — as though they all have a "I'll give 'em 1 more chance" mentality that never seems to run out. Comic book movies are bombing left and right, but when the next one comes out, the line to see it is out the door and around the corner.
This year will be no exception. There are a lot of sequels making their way to your local cineplex. So many of them undeserving of that "1 more chance". The first film being so god-awful you wonder how a sequel got approved. Then you look at the numbers. Hollywood knows they're shoveling silver-screen shit. But those 1 more chance-ers are making it easy to make bank.
So this year will bring us another SCREAM, another BIG MOMMA'S HOUSE, another X-MEN spin-off/sequel/prequel, another PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, another.... you get the idea. An eerie silence falls over the Who Asked You? Crew the further into this hole... err.. I mean, list we go. By about mid June, early July, we're speechless and the folks in the chat room are committing suicide. The puke button on the sound board is worn out and the taste left in our mouths is that of a little vomit. Better though, than all-natural Mountain Dew.
