Two years after Star Wars was released for the first time, a gathering of film snobs rubbed shoulders and scoffed at everyone else's film choices. The crowd was thick and diverse: gore hounds, foreign film fanatics, friends of indie cinema, Dogma 95ers, Film Noirs nerds, Kung Fu critics, sci-fi psychos, cult classic collectors, and more. During this gathering an argument broke out that was so violent and fierce that at one precise moment, every film critic elitist in the building spontaneously combusted, all in unison. Film historians and scientists alike sampled the junk DNA found in the wide range of genes and created one, solitary specimen and grew him in a laboratory, strapped to a chair and eyes spread open, forced to watch everything they could throw at him.
Years trickled on as years often do, and that pool of film elitist DNA solidified and became what the doctors and theorists would soon dub as Junk. With a wicked, wry humor and a stingingly opinionated tongue, Junk brings nothing but pure emotion to any film-related topic. He likes to boast his complete collection of Akira Kurosawa films on DVD and Laserdisc, his overly obsessive Star Wars fetish, and loving of movies no on else has heard of. Currently, Junk is living exclusively on Panda Express and Dr Pepper.