It doesn’t happen in any other art
form. You don’t see a group of people getting together and having a blast
listening to bad music. People don’t line up outside museums to point and laugh
at some awful painting. But we do it with films.
A few years ago at a friend’s stag
party, we were refused entrance at a strip club because a member of our group
was underage. So, what did we do? We bought a lot of beer, went to someone’s
apartment and watched Masters of the
Universe.
A good time was had by all.
Maybe it’s our rebellious nature.
Anyone can extol the virtues of Citizen
Kane or The Godfather. But, it
takes a special person to love something like Robot Monster or The Brute
Man.
It can’t be just any bad movie,
either. A film featuring beautiful women, wooden acting and a thoroughly unconvincing
rubber monster will inspire love and enjoyment in the hearts of a bad movie lover,
while an over-blown and under-thought mega-blockbuster like Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen will
make us ill.
