What is a bad movie that you loved?

What were some terrible films that were terrible but you still enjoyed them anyway?
For me: I really liked John Carter.

Howard the Duck

Sorry, I was a Howard fan from the comic books and I still am.

Most of the Bruce Lee films.

Joe Dirt.

I thought it had a lot of funny parts and an exceedingly sweet story

Dead Man. I loved it and recommended it to a bunch of people who all hated it. Meanwhile I rewatch every so often. Define “bad movie” though; maybe my friends don’t recognize fine cinema.

Alien: Resurrection
Dirty Work
Event Horizon
Resident Evil
Resident Evil: Apocalypse (the rest of the movies truly,truly suck)

I don’t like any bad movies, because if I enjoy a movie, that means it’s good.

The Golden Child

My vote goes to Escape from LA. I think it’s one of the rare instances where somebody intentionally made a “self-parody, in-on-the-joke” movie and it actually worked. It doesn’t hold up as well as Escape from New York, but they do make a solid companion set to show off the cheesy action movie cliches of the 80s and 90s, respectively.

1941, due mostly to Slim Pickens’ performance.

Ebert said *Pink Flamingos *was undeserving of being called a move. I wouldn’t call it good. Perhaps it is bad. But, It is one of the few I ever purchased to watch again and again.

Tank Girl
Little Nicky

Watching Kurt Russell play basketball alone is worth it. :smiley:

I haven’t been able to see him as a viable action-hero since.

That one is supposed to be bad? I haven’t seen it in years but I liked it too. I am one of the few people that saw Bill Cosby’sLeonard Part 6 in the theater in the 80’s. I thought it was very odd at the time but liked it OK.

I have a great fondness for Plan Nine From Outer Space, and make a point of watching it at least once a year or so. I like Robot Monster, too, although nowhere near as much.

Shame is an interesting film, in that it LOOKS incredibly cheap and tacky by today’s standards, but is actually a pretty good movie, and perhaps the best thing William Shatner ever did.

And periodically, I have to break out my copy of Blood Freak, simply because I must, for the umpteenth time, study this insane thing and wonder what kind of a diseased mind could come up with the idea of a kind of marijuana that turns you into a wereturkey who must drink the blood of other drug abusers to survive.

Then again, I often watch really bad old movies simply to look at the costumes and locations. She Freak was filmed in a town that looks exactly like the one I grew up in. Another one is Beware: The Blob!, because it’s great for games of “Spot The Actor,” and it’s just so, so seventies.

Hold on to your hat: Roger Ebert liked GC! A lot! Maltin hated it, but he hates everything, Numsie.

The only thing bad about John Carter was the budget, and as an audience member who doesn’t own stock in Disney, I don’t see why I need to care about that. It wasn’t a great movie, mind you, but it was pretty good.

The Fifth Element, on the other hand, was genuinely bad, but that doesn’t stop it from being a lot of fun.

I watched (at home, on rented disks) John Carter and Oz: The Great and Powerful as a double-feature, and enjoyed them both. Taken together, they provide an interesting contrast: the vast, wide, open, infinite expanses of Barsoom…and the tight, highly foreshortened 1930’s style sets of Oz. Both are just plain fun, and both died like toads at the box-office. Ya never know.

Escape From LA

John Carter …

I tried to watch it. I watched a few minutes but I couldn’t stick with it and kept dropping off my attention and evetually … I just couldn’t keep up with it. I don’t know why, but … I just fell off and I couldn’t manage to stay tuned to it. I don’t know why.

What a piece of <blank>! I just couldn’t stick with it. No way! I just lost it. Sorry. Fuck.

The parts it where it kept changing times and places were somewhat interesting. But … eventually … I had to just keep forcing myself. The long and short of it was that I just could not keep up. Sorry. I don’t know what more to say.

What more can one say about something like that? I don’t know. I just don’t know. Oh fuck! What to do? What can I do?