Opening Weekend

“I’m out of order? You’re out of order! This whole podcast is out of order! October 19, 1979 is out of order! Sean Connery in METEOR is out of order! My movie…AND JUSTICE FOR ALL is out of order! Everyone is out…wait, what’s that big piece of rock hurtling towards Earth? Ah, crap.” Don’t worry, Al, it’s just Episode 62 of OPENING WEEKEND!

Show Notes

“I’m out of order? You’re out of order! This whole  podcast is out of order! October 19, 1979 is out of order! Sean Connery in METEOR is out of order! My movie…AND JUSTICE FOR ALL is out of order! Everyone is out…wait, what’s that big piece of rock hurtling towards Earth? Ah, crap.” Don’t worry, Al, it’s just Episode 62 of OPENING WEEKEND! 


“What did the horny Scotsman say to the Italian lawyer?” No, this isn’t a set-up for the movies discussed this episode; it’s the setup for one of the many ethnic jokes Jason was killing with back in 3rd grade. 
In October of 1979, while Al Pacino was screaming for justice in the courtroom, Jason was getting canceled in the classroom.  
Yes, a giant meteor heading towards Sean Connery’s underground salad bar/love nest is terrifying, but it’s nothing compared to staring into the cold, evil eyes of Dan’s 1st grade teacher. ALL HAIL POZAR.
And before he became a styrofoam-stuffed hairy-Nazi getting tossed out of a tree in Fred’s backyard, he was…BIGFOOT! Yes, learn the origin story of one of Fred’s most beloved and most misunderstood (“I’m NOT f****** Chewbacca!) Halloween costumes.  All this and a little Hindi on Episode 62 of Opening Weekend! JEFFREYTAMBORJEFFREYTAMBOR!

What is Opening Weekend?

In a world where cinemas have closed their doors (at least for the time being), "Opening Weekend" celebrates one of the many things we’d all love to be doing right now - going to the movies on a Friday night with our friends... Every week, Jason O'Connell, Fred Berman, and Dan Matisa (best friends, professional actors, and self-professed movie geeks) look back at a different opening weekend from the last 40 years, and bask in the warm, nostalgic, popcorn-buttery glow of going to the movies.