On this episode, the brothers break down the Lifetime classic Death of a Cheerleader, a movie that turns high-school insecurity, Catholic guilt, and one truly awful cheer tryout into a full-blown murder tale. From Kelly Martin actually delivering a great performance to Tori Spelling playing the most believable mean girl imaginable, the movie somehow makes you feel bad for the killer and annoyed at the victim—and we have some things to say about that.

As we sit on the pink couch with mismatched coffee cups, Matt admits he’s now addicted to Lifetime movies, Brett questions why anyone would cut cucumbers in a car, and Brandon tries to make sense of larks, larking, and whatever larking is supposed to accomplish. We also wander into side debates about Hallmark hunks, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Stranger Things neck thickness, and why this film plays like it was directed by someone who watched Pulp Fiction once and took the wrong notes. Somehow we even fit in a coach's 9/11 speech.

This week, the brothers take a big red-nosed dive into Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988), a cult classic that wears its absurdity proudly on its grease-paint sleeve. Brandon, Brett, and Matt question the mysteries of the universe—ancient astronaut clowns, popcorn monsters, and why the movie spends so much time explaining its own popcorn physics.

Along the way they spiral into delightfully off-track tangents:

• debating whether the Chiodo Brothers deserved an Ernest Scared Stupid-style franchise run,
• pitching sequels like Killer Klowns Go to Africa and Killer Klowns Enter the Drag Show,
• comparing Burn Notice casting to horror leads,
• and wondering why we got 15 Leprechaun sequels but not a single clown encore.

It’s equal parts horror nostalgia, chaotic improv, and late-night sibling banter—served with extra cotton candy and just a pinch of Motown raisins.

🎧 Tune in wherever you get your podcasts, and remember: aim for the nose.

This week, the Mayo brothers dive headfirst into Halloween Kills — a sequel with more flashbacks than frights and more “Evil Dies Tonight!” chants than actual evil dying. Brandon, Brett, and Matt break down the body count (verified? absolutely not), debate whether Michael Myers teleports or just power-walks like a spooky Olympian, and imagine a Haddonfield economic collapse after the plumber, electrician, and tailor all meet the business end of a butcher knife.

Along the way, the guys detour through Ace of Base, Stuart Little’s questionable adoption paperwork, and the glory days of AMC’s “Spooktober.” They even manage to ponder AI, trauma bonding, and why Paul Rudd should’ve been the one to finally kill evil (or at least charm it to death).

If you’ve ever yelled “Evil dies tonight!” at your TV—or wished Michael Myers would just take a PTO day—this episode’s for you.

Join brothers Brandon, Brett, and Matt as they dive into this bizarre VHS relic. We wrestle with Hulk Hogan’s lack of charisma, Christopher Lloyd’s best attempts at holding the movie together, and Shelley Duvall’s underwhelming role. Along the way, we spiral into tangents about Wormtongue, gamer tags, mime fights, Pumpkinhead confusion, pro wrestling lore, and why the Japanese release title (My Home Commando) might actually be the superior choice.

With recycled props from Ghostbusters and Masters of the Universe, The Undertaker in a throwaway role, and dialogue so bad it triggered existential depression mid-recording, this episode is part roast, part therapy session.

If you’ve ever wondered what happens when Hollywood pivots from Arnold Schwarzenegger to Hulk Hogan, or just want to hear three brothers lose their minds over goat jokes and light signals, this one’s for you.

This week on Last Night We Watched, Brandon, Brett, and Matthew descend into cinematic madness with 1987’s The Garbage Pail Kids Movie, a film so baffling, so aggressively unpleasant, it left us questioning our life choices. From Captain Manzini’s suspicious mentorship, to sweatshop couture, to bullies who skip straight past teasing into attempted murder, we unpack every absurd, horrifying, and accidentally hilarious moment. Along the way, we debate which Kid is the least disgusting, discover the oxygen limit for wearing a Garbage Pail suit, and try to figure out if this movie was an elaborate prank on the audience. Think of it less as a review and more as a support group for the truly damaged.

This week on Last Night We Watched, the boys dive headfirst into 1987’s The Stepfather — a Lifetime movie with a low body count, a protagonist with a quick move to frontal nudity, and a tone that can’t decide if it's horror, Hallmark, or just horny.

Brandon tries to defend the "batshit charm" of Terry O’Quinn’s unsettlingly committed performance, while Matthew and Brett tag-team it with jokes, critiques, and pure bewilderment over the film’s Lifetime-movie energy, sudden nudity, and utter lack of suspense. From stepdads and suspicious psychiatrists to tragic music scores and true crime side quests, no topic is safe. Not even Drew Barrymore’s coke phase.

Bonus: A chaotic tangent on Mac and Me, food patriotism, and the sociological impact of “I’m the stepdad who stepped up” t-shirts.

🔪 If looks could kill, then you could be a stepfather, baby.

This week, the Mayo boys stare directly into the furry, dead eyes of the 2003 Mike Myers disasterpiece Cat in the Hat. What begins as a kids’ film spirals into a neon nightmare filled with inappropriate jokes, existential dread, and Paris Hilton for some reason. Brandon breaks down the cursed production history, including the fact that Mike Myers had to be legally threatened into wearing that human-hair suit, while Brett dreams of Fran Drescher and Matthew tries to explain why this movie is basically The Grinch’s weird cousin.

We discuss cat-based eldritch horrors, how Alec Baldwin’s character is five different men in one body, and why this film made Dr. Seuss’s widow cancel all future adaptations. Also featuring: worst lines of the movie, a heated Mike Myers vs. Jim Carrey debate, and a brief detour through McDonald's customer service in Germany.

Let’s be real — this wasn’t a movie. It was an event. And we may never recover.

This week on Last Night We Watched, we dive into Ti West’s slow-burn 80s throwback House of the Devil—a film where the real horror isn’t the blood ritual, it’s Tom’s pathological cheapness. Join us as we unpack how one man’s penny-pinching ways somehow lead to a demonic house-sitting gig, questionable pizza choices, and a suspiciously generous “just sit here and don’t ask questions” offer. Is Tom secretly the devil's budget coordinator? Was the real evil... bad negotiation skills? Tune in for the satanic rituals, stay for our absurd theories and retro horror appreciation.