Welcome back to Xenomania, where the weird gets weirder.
This week, Jon, Ryan, and Kearns shuffle down the linoleum halls of the Shady Rest Retirement Home and into the undead crypt of Bubba Ho-Tep (2002). They’re peeling back the gauze on Elvis impersonation, geriatric horror, soul-sucking mummies, and the tragic beauty of forgotten legends.
Is Bubba Ho-Tep just a cult oddity—or a deeply melancholic meditation on identity, memory, and death dressed in a rhinestone jumpsuit? Why does this movie hit harder than it has any right to? And what exactly does it mean to die unremembered?
Grab your walker and your revolver. The King has one last show.