We finally got our hands on Best Worst Movie
, and while it’s well worth seeing, it left me feeling kinda bad.Troll 2
is far from the worst movie ever made (Transformers 2
will never be toppled from that throne, and there’s dozens of princes-in-waiting there anyway), but it is pretty bad. Almost Manos: The Hands of Fate
bad…but much funnier. Some awful movies are really entertaining because they are so sincere, and because they create idiosyncratic worlds that linger in the mind, where human beings act consistently, if far from normally. The key aspect separating these films from exploitation flicks (which share similar production values) is that there’s no malice in them. The viewing experience is a mix of unintentional hilarity and awwww.
This doc brings together the international (well, Italy- and Utah-based) group of people who thought they were making a fantastic horror film. ( spoilers? )
Thus, I feel kinda hesitant to break out the mst3k. They’re called guilty pleasures not because they’re the intellectual equivalent of twinkies, but because the people involved would likely be hurt by the kind of pleasure I take in their work. We had an old friend visiting last year, and we passed the weekend trading our favourite bad films and the cream of youtube…this guy enjoyed Troll 2
, but The Room
broke him. “This guy’s going to kill himself someday,” he said, “it’s a horrible movie, and I feel horrible for enjoying what’s basically his suicide note.”
Ah well. I’ll get over this brief twinge of conscience. Until then, I’ll just have to pass the time with quality entertainment…sigh.