The Art of Bad Movie Night

It's hard to get more awesome than a bad movie night. To me, getting together with friends to drink beer, eat food, and make fun of truly bad movies is the apex of fun so long as you pick the right movies and have the right people. It's a sneaky tough recipe to pull off, but this past weekend brought good examples of movies that worked and movies that didn't.

Up first, we had the hit of the night: Hell Comes to Frogtown. Any time you have the opportunity to bring in a movie starring "Rowdy" Roddy Piper for bad movie night, you have to take it. It's science. Check out this synopsis and you'll understand why it is so spectacular:

'Hell' is the name of the hero of the story. He's a prisoner of the women who now run the USA after a nuclear/biological war. Results of the war are that mutants have evolved, and the human race is in danger of extinction due to infertility. Hell is given the task of helping in the rescue of a group of fertile women from the harem of the mutant leader (resembling a frog). Hell cannot escape since he has a bomb attached to his private parts which will detonate if he strays more than a few hundred yards from his guard.

You really can't get much better than that. In fact, when we came across it, my friend Eric was bowled over with the sheer awesomeness that practically left off the DVD cover. An incredible choice from a savvy newcomer, for sure.

The next two movies were not nearly as great, much to our chagrin. Up first we had Murdercycle, and we fully expected this to be unrivaled in its bad movie capabilities. It's a movie...about a motorcycle that comes to life...and murders people...called "murdercycle". Straightforward? Yep. Ridiculous? Absolutely. A terrible choice for bad movie night? Sadly. Even with all of the main characters being named after Marvel Comics creators from the 60's and 70's as well as the aforementioned murdercycleness of the film, it was too modern in its terribleness to bring much fun to the equation. It was bad, but not a lively form of bad.

Meanwhile, the last movie is the one that had the highest expectations from yours truly due to its legendary badness: Manos, the Hands of Fate. In case you've never heard of this movie, it's the 8th worst movie of all time according to IMDB and an all time cult classic. My only concern about it was the fact it came from 1966 and typically the production values are too hard to get past if it is that old...and yep, the seedy film and bad sound really brought down the whole exercise. Sure, the character of Torgo was flat out amazing (I may dress as him for Halloween) and the plot was amusingly non-sensical, but we had to cut and run and move on to the Twilight Rifftrax instead.

So there it is...1 for 3 on the most recent bad movie night. Even with the variable success, it was still a blast filled with great times for all. What did we learn from it? Well, there's the recipe to this very ancient art:

• The movie must be bad
• The movie must think it is good
• The basic concept must be able to be described as "absurd", "ludicrous" or "bizarre"
• Preferably Horror or Sci-Fi
• Preferably between the years of 1975 and 1995

There are exceptions to the rule (anything by Uwe Boll save Postal works like a charm), but generally speaking movies that fall into those five categories should be a success for a bad movie night. This is why, in my mind, Sleepaway Camp is the best bad movie ever. It kills all five of those categories and has maybe the most ridiculous base concept ever. Throw in the best ending that has ever happened to the cinemas of the world, and that movie should be studied in "The Art of the Bad Movie" classes for the rest of the world's days.

What's that? That class doesn't exist? I should totally teach that class.

Still, I'm always out for suggestions. If any of my readers have bad movie suggestions that fit those categories, please share. I'm always on the prowl for the next Sleepaway Camp.

The Weekend Edition

This weekend rocked. They all pretty much do, but this one was great in particular because it didn't involve going to the bars. I have to admit, it was nice to have a welcome respite from going to the bars. Plus, some awesome happenings came down. What happened this weekend?

• Cover letters, beer, and delicious dinner at Taproot with Amy
• Religulous at Bear Tooth (fannnnnntastic)
• Coffee with sister at Kaladi's
• Lunch with mom and sister at Middle Way Cafe
• Little Big Planet!!!!!
• Bad movie night with Brian, Colver, Lorna, and Morgan
• Defiance with my parents
• Reading Local for the first time
• Rock of Love Bus with Amy and Jason

As it always is, the highlight of the weekend was most definitely bad movie night. Bad movie nights are always fantastic, and this one was excellent in particular.

Lorna and I: sharing pants like true friends

As I told Brian, I've always perceived he and I to be the de facto curators of bad movie night. There is a certain art to what we do, most of which ties to finding a movie that is truly terrible, that thinks it could be good, but isn't so bad it's impossible to watch. It takes a gift to pick something of that sort out of racks upon racks of movies, and it is a gift that Brian and I both share.

This time on the agenda were Uwe Boll's new instant masterpiece Postal, the Paris Hilton/Elisha Cuthbert horror film House of Wax, and sci-fi superstar 100 Million B.C. (this was a time that the dinosaurs were extra badass and the movies were extra...bad). None of them were really superb bad movies, but in true form, we all brought our A game and turned it into a glorious night.

We had the aforementioned section of the night where we spoke almost entirely in single word abbreviations, we had extremely late night breakfast burritos, we had Lorna and I sharing pants, random wrestling matches, popcorn, and tons upon tons of laughter. It was a truly great night, and as per usual the perpetual BMN foursome of Brian, Colver, Lorna, and I all had a great time. We were so awesome, we tired Lorna and Colver's dog Ror Monster (aka Rory aka Aurora) out to the point where she slept through our insanity.

That dog tires very, very difficultly. We however do not. We totally cmm'd that dog. Another splendid bad movie night down the hatch.