Within the unseen Umbral Plains of Hollywood, film studios rip souls from promising films, producing husks of celluloid innards designed by The Nameless Marketers to please no one. Cinemas and discount bins infested with once earnest oaths for proper adaptation. Nowhere is this demonic pact more brutal than the videogame movie. The simplest of concepts, confused and contorted into unhuman wretches. It takes only podcasters with huge guts to examine the why and the how of such torment. A stellar cast, a writer with cred, the perfect blueprint, everything going for it and the right eye toward B-movie flair. But as it is written: the road to hell is paved with good intenti ...