Episode 2- The Haters vs We Are Still Here

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Episode 1: The Haters vs Mad Max Fury Road

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A Broadcast of Unrepentant Pop Culture Animosity

 WARNING: This is a podcast made by and for over-educated people of an anti-authoritarian persuasion. Anyone is welcome to listen, but don't be surprised if you find our views offensive, or just plain inscruitable. Also, we are not audiophiles and we believe in content over form. Low quality recordings with lots of background noise and fuzzy buzzy sounds are how we gonna roll until we get donations or audio-capable volunteers. Apologies to anyone with low tolerance for fucked sound.

Hatemail: Did we miss an obvious weak spot in the armor of captialist cultural hegemony in a recent review? Do you dispute our assertion that The Matrix and every other piece of shit Wachowski movie is crypto-Lenninist trash? Do you hate us and our pretentious opinions? Oh boy, everybody loves online feuds with strangers! Tell us all about it: insurgenttheatre@riseup.net.
Ohmigosh! You can even flame at us on the facevirus.

Think you can hate? If you would like to make a guest appearance on The Haters, contact Ben at insurgenttheatre@riseup.net or just invite him to go see a movie with you.

Tired of the tardiness with which new hate appears on this site? Sorry, we can get kinda busy trying to make ends meet while working to abolish prisons and other liberatory shit. If you donate, we'll be able spend less time working crappy jobs and more time creating the hate you so urgently desire.

Alternately, you can always go ahead and shit talk movies with your friends. Shit, if you record it and send it to us we might even post it! (Including our own cynical responses, of course).

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What's up with Firehawk?

Firehawk works a regular joe job during the daytime, but at night, she turns into an unrelentingly ferocious raptor, ripping and tearing apart horrible pop culture, vehicular infrastructures, and the patriarchy with her stunning talons. She hates most things, but she really loves billy blanks and tae bo, cascadian doom metal, the desert, and her canine familiar, Toona. Just how and why a bird of prey hangs out with a fox hound remains a mystery to most. In the meantime, we applaud this unprecedented inter-species commingling of the minds because without it, Firehawk would surely not be grounded long enough to do a silly podcast about meaningless hollywood movies.

Hey Ben, Why Are You Such a Hater?

I have jeopardized friendships and driven home in silence after critiquing the Joker's weak immitation of nihilism and Chrisopher Nolan's inability to escape Adam West style cartoonishness in his second "Dark Knight" film. My first girlfriend cited my inability to indulge her guilty pleasure for the newest N'Sync single in her break up talk. I have been a hater for many years. They have been years of loss and bitterness, but c'mon, who can honestly tell me that a giant "Ka-POW" star would have been out of place when Batman clotheslined and flipped over that semi-truck? Really!

Despite the social costs, and many paradoxical attempts to authentically embrace a post-modern ironic appreciation of pop culture, or a radical buddhist acceptance of subjectivity, or some good ole proletarian anti-intellectualism, I just keep coming back to this fucking hatred. Something about seeing the negative in things is comfortable and easy for me, I guess.

I used to feel bad about this, like that negative thinking produces more negative thinking, and maybe that's true. By that same logic, authenticity must produce more authenticity, and thus my feelings and expressions of love and support for those who deserve it can only grow alongside the unrestrained vitriol I'm spewing at the horrible cultural articfacts which this hateful world relentlessly insists on producing. Bye Bye Bye, Baby!