Show notes
A toddler shoplifts candy at Wawa in broad daylight, a great white launches out of the ocean like it’s auditioning for Shark Week, and somehow that’s still only the warm-up before we go all-in on Michael Keaton. We’re Nicole and Heather, and our brains work exactly like a Gen X group chat: horror streaming, true crime burnout, coastal storm chaos, and then a hard pivot into the movies we can quote from memory. We trace Keaton’s path from Pittsburgh roots and Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood to early...
