I’ve tweeted about this, but as I’m currently tweeting into a void (see my post on The Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump) I’ll relay my thoughts and comments here, expanded from their 140 word condescension. Condensation. Continuance?
A lot of you have been wondering what exactly makes a movie bad enough (good enough?) to be a target for a Bad Movie night. It’s a hard question to answer effectively, because a bad movie can be a result of unintentional camp, horribly spectacular special effects, or a premise that is simply impossible to take seriously. Or one’s loving ire and humorously critical eye can be drawn by a simple trailer. A perfect trailer.
Witness The Green Slime.
How can you resist that voice! That seriously serious acting! That music at the end, and how it suddenly makes sense of the bubblicious font used for the title!
Megan and MacKenzie and I all broke out laughing at the trailer for The Green Slime even before the music kicked in (the song just convinced us that we needed to watch this film, as soon as possible, because how can anything so gloriously misconceived be anything but a uniquely delightful viewing experience?) and we fled to the computers to check Netflix and sat back in shock.
IT WAS NOT THERE!
Which means that we have to buy the DVD (and that of Star Crash and perhaps Battle Beyond the Stars since we’re going to be doing a night featuring Star Wars knock-offs) as soon as possible.
All of the above is what makes a movie worth centering a night of bad-movie-watching around. But, you might well ask, what makes a night of bad-movie-watching a success? Is it the movie? Is it the people? Is it the drinks? Is it the fact that everyone is dressed up in costumes from the movie and that it’s really hard to eat with tentacle arms?
All these questions and more will be answered in the future!
But for now, feast your ears on this.