Really Awful Movies: Ep 472 – Funeral Home

Funeral Home, aka, Cries in the Night is a relatively obscure Canadian horror flick from the 80s.

It never reached the masses to the extent fellow Canuck offerings – Prom Night, Happy Birthday to Me, My Bloody Valentine, Shivers, Curtains, etc – did. And probably with good reason.

This isn’t fantastic.

Here’s a short episode of the Really Awful Movies podcast, with longer, more in-depth ones to come in the fall.

Tune in!

 

Really Awful Movies: Ep 471 – Dirty Pop: The Boy Band Scam

From Jack the Ripper to boy bands?

Well, here we are…

A slight diversion on the Really Awful Movies podcast, exploring the compelling new Netflix doc, Dirty Pop: The Boy Band Scam.

This one tells the story of sleazy Svengali Lou Pearlman, who masterminded the creation of both Backstreet Boys and NSYNC.

Tune in, and expect the unexpected (well, not really – there will likely be a return to horror and 80s/90s action shortly).

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Really Awful Movies: Ep 470 – Jack the Ripper and Murder by Decree

On this episode of the podcast, with the recent passing of Donald Sutherland, now seemed like the right time to revisit the Bob Clark thriller, Murder by Decree.

This is a late 70s feature, imagining Sherlock Holmes and Watson on the hunt for the infamous Whitechapel butcher.

And the cast is absolutely top-drawer, with Christopher Plummer, James Mason, John Gielgud, and Dead Ringers’ Geneviève Bujold. Sutherland makes an appearance as a psychic, and he’s pretty great, though nothing like the real-life character on which his character is based.

The last time we tackled similar subject matter, was a podcast recorded in London the night after we did the Jack the Ripper tour.

For those who are interested, here is a link to Hands of the Ripper, which Jeff and I recorded after a few beers from our South Kensington hotel accommodations.