This week, Roger and Troy tackle Woodchipper Massacre, a backyard horror “classic” that proves you don’t need a budget, logic, or even good audio to make a movie. They unpack the film’s chaotic family dynamic, questionable acting choices, and the surprising lack of, well, woodchipper massacres. From overacting kids to scenes that drag on like a home movie gone wrong, the guys find plenty to laugh (and groan) about. They debate whether it’s so-bad-it’s-good or just plain bad, all while appreciating the strange charm of DIY ‘80s horror. It’s low-budget lunacy at its finest, and somehow, you can’t look away.

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Troy and Roger blast off into Species II , a sequel so wild it makes alien reproduction look like a government-funded soap opera. They dig into the film’s unapologetically horny horror, questionable science, and the endless supply of slime and skin. From astronauts gone rogue to DNA gone haywire, the guys unpack the movie’s mix of sci-fi spectacle and late-’90s sleaze. Along the way, they debate the film’s surprisingly solid practical effects, its, uh, unique approach to gender politics, and that unforgettable finale. It’s part alien invasion, part erotic fever dream — and all ridiculous fun.

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Troy and Roger tackle Cathy’s Curse (1977), a Canadian possession oddity that proves not every creepy-kid movie can be The Exorcist. They dig into the film’s baffling dialogue, random supernatural powers, and a cast of characters who make some truly questionable choices. From Cathy’s delightfully mean-spirited antics to an ending that feels like it just sort of gives up, the guys try to make sense of this messy but oddly charming cult curio. Along the way, they chat about the joy of “so-bad-it’s-good” cinema, laugh at the film’s dated tropes, and wonder if anyone involved knew what story they were actually telling. It’s a ride full of head-scratching moments, but as always, Roger and Troy find the fun in the chaos.

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Troy and Roger dive into Sam Raimi’s Drag Me to Hell (2009), a horror ride that mixes jump scares with slapstick in only the way Raimi can. They unpack the plight of Christine Brown, a loan officer whose one bad choice leads to a curse that makes her life.....well....absolute hell. From gross-out gags involving dentures and goats to the unforgettable showdown with Mrs. Ganush, the guys revel in the film’s balance of camp and terror. They also dig into the morality at the film’s core, questioning whether Christine really deserved her fiery fate. Along the way, they gush over Raimi’s signature style, the film’s inventive sound design, and that jaw-dropping ending. It’s a conversation that proves horror doesn’t always have to be serious to still pack a punch.

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After a much-needed break, Roger and Troy are back together and kicking things off with some tales from their time at the Houston Horror Film Festival before diving headfirst into Mario Bava’s gloriously twisted Bay of Blood. They unpack the tangled web of greed, betrayal, and backstabbing (literal and otherwise) that drives this proto-slasher classic, all while marveling at just how ahead of its time it was in terms of creative kills. The duo discuss the film’s famously brutal death scenes, its undeniable influence on later horror hits, and why keeping track of the body count here feels like a sport. There’s talk of pacing, atmosphere, and the strange charm of a movie where everyone seems to have murder on their mind. And of course, they can’t help but chew on that shocker of a final scene that proves in Bava’s world, no one is safe. It’s a blood-soaked reunion you won’t want to miss.

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For their 5-year anniversary episode, Roger and Troy unwrap the unhinged madness of Beware! Children at Play, a 1989 oddity where kids go feral, parents go ballistic, and Beowulf somehow gets dragged into the mess. They chomp into the film, marveling at the bonkers opening, the literary pretensions, and the psychic who shows up mostly to waste everyone's time. There's cannibalism, child murder, and dialogue so wooden it could splinter, all leading to a finale that will leave you slack-jawed, horrified, or just deeply confused. The hosts question who thought any of this was a good idea, why every adult seems incompetent, and whether the film secretly hates everyone. It’s a chaotic celebration of low-budget horror, kids with knives, and five years of laughing through the screams. Join them as they party like it’s 1989, just keep an eye on the playground.

Troy and Roger wade into murky waters with 2012's The Bay , a found footage eco-horror gem that’s equal parts gross-out and gut-punch. They dive into the film’s creepy realism, squirm-inducing body horror, and surprisingly sharp political bite. From parasitic isopods to a town-wide meltdown, the guys unpack how the chaos unfold, and how the mayor fumbles literally everything. They chat about the film’s unique structure, emotional resonance, and a few moments that maybe needed another take. Despite a slightly soggy ending, Roger and Troy agree that The Bay manages to crawl under your skin and stay there. It’s disgusting, disturbing, and just grounded enough to feel way too possible.

Troy and Roger crack open the cursed seal of The Church, Michele Soavi’s ambitious Italian horror film where stunning visuals clash with a script that feels like it was possessed mid-scene. They dive into the film’s wild opening massacre, its uneven rules around demonic possession, and a cast of characters who often seem as confused as the audience. From awkward romantic subplots to questionable dubbing choices, the guys try to make sense of the beautiful chaos unfolding inside a haunted cathedral built on a foundation of medieval sins. They debate whether the film’s atmosphere makes up for its narrative gaps, and why so many people keep wandering off alone in a literal demon church. It’s messy, moody, and somehow still manages to be memorable, even if it leaves you with more questions than answers.