The time capsule of bad art

Partly inspired by the ongoing thread on Jefferson Starship’s “We Built This City”, Partly inspired by Dan Ackroyd as Leonard Pinth Garnell on the old SNL.

I am filling a time capsule – a warning to future generation of just how off the rails creativity can get. The Starship song will go in there, along with “Billy Don’t Be a Hero”, the collected works of Sonny and Cher, and The Conqueror with John Wayne as Genghis Khan.

There’s plenty of room for more, of any genre. What shall we include?

Oops, almost forgot Ishtar and Gigli

A few choice episodes of any of the third-or-fourth-generation reality shows; you know, the ones starring people who are only famous because they appeared on another reality show starring somebody famous for appearing on another reality show starring some celebrity nobody had cared about in fifteen years.

My only worry is that, the way things are going, our descendants will worship Flava Flav and Bret Michaels as gods.

How about Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light?

There’s nothing wrong with Ishtar. It’s only branded a flop because of behind the scenes shenanigans, not because it’s a bad film.

I nominate the Black Eyed Peas.

The complete oeuvre of Dan Brown, obviously.

A selection of Jack Chick pamphlets, then.