You're No Fun Anymore YNFA Productions

Swish your flappy capes and check your weight as we swing into Tim Burton’s 1989 comic book classic Batman. Forget the best Batman competition, is Michael Keaton the best Bruce Wayne? Who decided it’s ok for a grown woman to pretend she weighs just 108 pounds? Is this Nicholson at his silliest? And what did we do to deserve Prince and his soundtrack genius? We’ll give you all the answers after we dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.

Fluff your feathers and fight those space demons as we fly into 1986’s Howard the Duck. Why were the late 80s so filled with duck content? Does anyone else remember Howard being a detective? Is Cherry Bomb one of the greatest movie bands of all time? And can someone please let Lea Thompson do the remake she has wanted to for so long? Instead of answers, let us share our duck sex trauma with you.

Jump on the family dog like it’s Shai-Hulud and avoid near death experiences at far too young an age as we fall into 1989’s family movie night classic Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Does anyone else have extremely strong feelings about Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Creme Pies? Why were oversized obstacle courses such a pop culture touchstone of the late 80s/early 90s? Do we need to start a website to let moviegoers know if the ant dies too? And did anyone else spot Buffy’s mom and get very excited? We’ll answer all your questions after we finish this giant turkey that probably tastes gross.

Sharpen your sweet tooth and buckle up for one wild boat ride as we gobble our way through 1971’s Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and the 2005 remake Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (and some of us choke on the 2023 Wonka). Should anyone even try to match the genius of Gene Wilder? Why in the world would anyone leave their child alone with Johnny Depp’s terrifying Wonka. And how did it take us this long to play the classic F*ck, Marry, Kill? The only way to find out the answers is to enter our increasingly treacherous podcast factory. Otherwise, you get nothing. You lose. Good day sir!

Get ready for a two-fer as we don our nun-drag and raise our voices for Whoopi Goldberg’s Sister Act and its sequel. Has a life of poverty, obedience and chastity ever looked so dang fun? Has Catholic guilty ever been so successfully played for laughs? Why is Kathy Najimy such a national treasure? And is Lauryn Hill’s voice the only redeeming part of the sequel? We’ll get back to you after we perfect our Motown choreography.

Warm up the water in your tiny tin bathtub and pull out your pastel pedal pushers hat as we bebop into John Waters’s Cry-Baby. Did Waters achieve the ultimate level of Postmodern metatextual campiness by creating a pastiche of his own film style here? Can the power of a quality goth accessory really change hearts and minds? Is this perhaps the best Willem Dafoe cameo ever? And is Kim McGuire, aka "Hatchet-Face", basically the biggest badass who ever lived? We’ll let you know after this sloppy, sloppy make-out session.