Our latest riff is “Fist of Fury”, which is about 30 percent comprised of Bruce Lee’s intimidating chicken impression.
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I have never looked better. NEVER.
Hey, is that an actual photo of Kevin?
RiffTrax was on television for the first time since Mystery Science Theater 3000, what a thrill!
Here are the posters for the VOD releases available at rifftrax.com
Bought all of these. Worth it. Trust me.
Hello Reddit! Bloody Mary? Some breakfast? Mike Nelson here, along with my fellow RiffTrax and MST3K performers Bill Corbett & Kevin Murphy. We are al…
May I offer a slightly self-indulgent peek behind the curtain, a “This is Hormel" style look at how the sausage is made at RiffTrax? (Choose whichever metaphor you prefer, most likely the one that has less cow tail stripping.)
The writing and production of our riff for Super Mario Bros. nearly broke me. I love what I do, feel entirely blessed, happy, fulfilled, work with wonderful, talented people who I respect, and I will continue in it as long as I am fortunate enough to do so: but God in heaven I hated every second of my life I spent looking at that film. Noisy, shrill, filled to bursting with John Lequizamo’s loathsome, spittle-y presence.
But my point is not to dwell on the negative; my point is that when it was done we immediately went into production on our RiffTrax for “Terror at Tenkiller”, a ludicrous, badly written, laughable, horribly shot “slasher” flick (there’s really not much slashing, at least that you can see, because they forgot to rent lights or to know how to use a camera.)
And I loved it. Every stupid, worthless line of idiotic dialogue was like sweet calming balm to my troubled soul.
Oh, and by the way the killer is named Tor. (Trust me, NOT a spoiler.)
We proudly present our latest music collection, RIFFTRAX SINGS.
Yes, Bill Corbett, Mike Nelson and I have slipped on the fishing sweaters, broken out the banjo, rosined up the fiddle and tuned up the bow once again to bring you a harvest of songs and melodies we feel will touch your very pants.
Hearts. I meant “hearts.” I know I said “pants” but I meant “hearts.”
Okay, technically I wrote “pants” but we’re getting off track here.
These songs include rich traditional folk melodies mixed with the “hip” sounds of today. Songs about the things that really matter in our lives - voodoo, drinking, James Bond, kilt-wearing, dinosaurs, car chases, and, of course, ripping out the heart of the one you love and eating it while you watch them die.
All collected here for just for you. And others. So enjoy, tap your toes, dance, and know that these simple songs go out to you directly from our pants.