Bad B Movie Review, Part 1
I love bad B movies. You know the kind, the Mystery Science Theatre 3 000 kind; the Elvira, Mistress of the Dark kind. I love them! This often surprises people; I'm not sure why, really. I have a very dry sense of humour, gallows-type, British-dry, but I love cheesy flicks. I love that they don't take themselves seriously, that they're over the top and often the actors are so earnest! It's wonderful. I have a huge soft spot for indie-films, documentaries and foreign films, too. I've watched them with my Dad, growing up, and as an adult, and we snicker our way through the plots (often more hole than plot). Some of the stories would be good, if they were done with more than 400 bucks for film, and a 50 dollar catering budget. Some of them will never make good stories, and are only there for MST3K and mockery. My Love never did watch them, like I do, until I instituted bad movie night-- which falls randomly whenever I feel like tits, blood and tomatoes-- or ...