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I guess apologies are in order.

I was supposed to drop this edition of "Crizzle's Critical Condition" on Friday, the same day I mentioned it in my film picks column. But a bevy of technical difficulties prevented the podcast from getting fully posted.

Fortunately, those glitches have repaired. Now, without further ado, here's the latest edition, where me and Greensboro film critic/radio host Joe Scott talk about the mind-blowingly offensive trailer to one upcoming summer flick as well as the final screening of Scott's "Mixed Tape Film Series" this Wednesday. Enjoy. You can also download it here.

I have to give a shout-out to Joe Scott, Greensboro film critic and host of “The Movie Show,” a radio program which I have made several appearances recently. Starting in September, he will begin a monthly film series at Greensboro's Carousel Cinemas called “The Mixed Tape Film Series.” Basically, a monthly movie night for cinephiles and film geeks like Joe, he’s gonna start it off with “The Big Lebowski” on September 3rd.

Sounds like a great idea. Except for one, small thing . . .

Now, I like Joe, despite his sunny disposition, complete lack of cynicism toward the movie industry and constant knack of letting people know he’s been with a lot of women. But even I had to call him up and ask, “Are you really going to go ahead with calling this the ‘mixed tape’ film series?”

Mixed tape? When in the history of mixed tapes have you heard a mixtape referred to as a “mixed tape”? Even a blogger at the Greensboro News & Record thought this was a typo and corrected it for him. On a recent blog post discussing the subject, he notes that there is a definition in the online Urban Dictionary, a definition he's standing by. However, he ignores the zero thumbs up/thumbs down comment votes the definition received. I'm guessing since no one refers to mixtapes as "mixed tapes," no one bothered to look it up. (Since Joe is going by this definition, I clicked a thumb up for him.)

So, he’s going ahead with the title, planning to print up T-shirts and everything. (I so want one of those. Remember, Joe, 3XL!) Well, God speed anyway, my friend. And here's hoping you don't get a lot of chop-busting from DJs and wannabe rappers at those screenings.