The Dobby Movie Podcast: Roadhouse
Brothers Daniel and Bobby discuss the original Roadhouse movie.
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Brothers Daniel and Bobby discuss the original Roadhouse movie.
In the debut episode of The Dobby Movie Podcast, brothers Bobby and Daniel Gorbett discuss their top movies of 2023.
Recently my brother and I decided to go see a movie and I endured one of the worst things I’ve ever seen: “Poor Things.” Warning, there are spoilers ahead.
I have spent one semester at Ohio University. After going home for Winter Break, I concluded that you can go just about anywhere in Ohio. You get the same experience no matter where you are. OU is no exception, so here is why I do not think OU is fun.
You may be wondering, “How does Darn it, Daniel unwind during the holiday break?” And to you, I say I am never not tense. I am always ready for something to go wrong at any given moment, so I refuse to relax. But how do I relax when I finally do? By watching the undead come and brutally eat people alive. You see, right before break started, I got bored, so I decided to throw on “The Walking Dead.” Today, I will be talking to you about why “The Walking Dead” fans are Bad Fans.
Last night I watched the movie “Big” starring Tom Hanks and it made me think two things. One, how that woman fell in love with a child is highly concerning. Two, I am pretty much the same as Tom Hanks in that movie. Not that I wished to be an adult, but I am 19 years old and essentially a child stuck in college.
When you ask most people what they liked about their Thanksgiving break, they respond, “The food,“ and those people are nerds. Thanksgiving food isn’t even that good, but it’s just okay.
As you all know, I have been sick recently. For those of you wondering, no, I am no longer sick, and thank you for the support while I was under the weather and allergic to my dorm. While I was sick, I had a lot of free time, during which I cranked some 90s in the classic video game Fortnite Battle Royale. So, today I will deliver to you my thoughts and feelings toward Fortnite and the Fortnite OG update.
I was eager to tell every single one of you, my excellent readers, that I'm back and better than ever, but that would be a lie.
As mentioned in my last article, I had a double ear infection, and a nice doctor gave me medicine for it. That was exactly one week ago, and not only has the double ear infection not gone away, I can only hear about 20% in my left ear. I also lost my glasses, which means I not only can't hear, I can't see. Maybe I'll get a sore throat and lose the ability to speak next. So, here (pun intended) is why, even though I went home, I am still a mess.
I recently found myself in line at Whit’s and one of my fans recognized me and said, “Are you Darn it, Daniel? I love your articles.” I then replied with silence, as I couldn't hear him over the sound of my double ear infection. If I could hear, I would have been giving out double high-fives and autographs like it’s my job, but instead of hearing this poor fan’s undying love for my articles, all I heard was ringing.
I recently found myself scrolling through the internet when I saw a new documentary titled "Sly" about the great Sylvester Stallone. After spending the next 15 minutes kicking my little feet with excitement, I stood up, gave my "Rocky IV" poster a kiss on the cheek and went off to hit the gym so I, too, could be jacked like my hero, Sylvester Stallone. After the workout of a lifetime, I came to the conclusion that we need more action in our movies— here's why:
There is a new “Super Mario” game on the way, so I figured I’d give my thoughts and opinions on that scrappy little guy, Mario Mario. No, you are not reading a typo, Mario’s full name was announced to be Mario Mario. Does that mean Luigi’s full name is Luigi Mario? I don’t know, but I don't think this was really thought out. Justice for younger brothers.
As many of you know, I am a man of the arts. As people with divine taste, Rufus and I go out on the town to admire art and watch films at the cinema. When people say the word "renaissance," you typically think of Leonardo, Michelangelo and all those other painters who were named after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But when I hear "renaissance," I think about times like the '80s. It was a time when Michael Jackson was loved by all, going to the movies every weekend was the cool thing to do and Harrison Ford was young, cool and awesome (he's still cool and awesome, just not young). So, with my divine taste in all things art and movies, here is why we are on the cusp of a movie-making renaissance:
The writer's strike is officially over. Does this mean we will be getting movies and television shows back? No, not quite yet. The actors are still on strike, but one form of media has returned: talk shows. Unfortunately, this disappoints almost everyone except your grandma, as talk shows haven't been relevant for the last five years. Here is why the late-night talk shows will soon be gone:
The other day, I was sitting in the back of my truck with my girlfriend, playing the guitar and serenading her while we looked at the stars. Then, I started hearing clucking from all around. Out of nowhere, this human-sized chicken came and roundhouse kicked me in the face. I didn't know a chicken could roundhouse kick someone with its weird leg joints. I could barely see when I stood up because the chicken had scratched me across the face. "Am I feuding with another mascot?" I thought to myself.
It is officially spooky season. You may be wondering, "Daniel, how do you know it is spooky season?" First of all, it's rude of you to question my authority. Have I ever produced a lousy article for you? Second, I was born October 30, so the second I came into this world, there were ghouls and goblins everywhere.
I recently found myself walking down the street when a man in a military uniform approached me and said, "Hey, aren't you that guy that wrote the hit article "Darn it, Daniel: I am at my Whit's end about waffle cones?" I replied, "Yes, that's exactly who I am." Then he told me I could repel down the side of Lindley Hall, which I decided I would love to do. I got suited up and was excited to repel down the building, but when I got to the top, I was met by Rufus the Bobcat. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Hey, are you the one who wrote that dumb article about cake cones?" I told him, "Yes," but I was offended he called my article dumb. Then Rufus told me to get off the building immediately. Ever since, he and I have had beef, so here are all the things I don't like about his beloved Ohio University.
The other day, while sitting in my 8 a.m. public speaking class, I was given a prompt: give a two to three-minute speech about something you are passionate or opinionated about. As I watched the other speeches about various political opinions, I realized I had made a grave mistake. But, I stuck with what I had written and I absolutely crushed a speech about why the waffle cone is worse than the cake cone.