We talk about the industrial body-horror of David Lynch’s Eraserhead—a film that proves parenthood is terrifying and that radiators might secretly host musical numbers. Poor ol' Henry Spencer’s world is a nightmare of hissing pipes, mysterious neighbors, crazy in-laws, and a sickly, dinosaur-headed baby.

We don’t pretend the world isn’t heavy and terrible right now—we are awake and feeling the weight too.

Today we invite listeners into a softer corner of the timeline, where your biggest worry as a US teenager was whether LimeWire would send you an Indonesian release of the Korn song your just downloaded or if your AIM crush would log on before bedtime.

Grab your trench coat and designer watch, and make sure you dim the lights... because today we’re diving into the gloriously hot universe of James Spader’s erotic thrillers — a cinematic ecosystem where everyone is beautiful, sharp-dressed, seductive, and somehow always near a camcorder and/or sunglasses.

In this episode, we celebrate Spader and revisit films like Sex, Lies, and Videotape, Dream Lover, and Secretary — films that taught us that desire is complicated, being complicated is sexy, and that James Spader should probably come with a warning label.

Take time to appreciate a man who makes erotic tension look like a full‑time job. These films are sultry, strange, and Spader at his most Spader.