So I Married an Axe Murderer (1993): This Poem Sucks, But the Romance Doesn't

Beth and Michelle pull a worn, half-forgotten quilt from the top shelf and shake out the dust — because So I Married an Axe Murderer (1993) has been sitting up there for thirty years, and it is absolutely still warm and cozy. Mike Myers plays Charlie Mackenzie, a San Francisco beat poet with a talent for bad poetry, worse timing, and an ironclad gift for self-sabotage. When he falls hard for Harriet the butcher (Nancy Travis), the universe hands him exactly what he's always claimed to want and his brain immediately decides she might be a serial killer. To be fair, she might be. This is a 90s romantic comedy that doesn't get nearly enough credit for how genuinely it understands the way fear and love tangle up into something you can't always tell apart. It's slapstick on the surface and something a lot more honest underneath. Beth and Michelle dig into Mike Myers' dual role, the sharp supporting cast, the original title that should have stuck, and why "commitment phobia" hits differently when it's played for laughs but written from somewhere real. Then they run it through the Stitch Count to see where this cult classic gem holds together and where the seams show. Climb into the blanket fort. This poem sucks. The romance absolutely does not. We talked about Spaceballs: The New One, you can find that teaser here: Spaceballs: The New One