Bresteses are never a distraction. They are always an enhancement to the cinematic experience.
Now that I’ve googled her, I see what you mean. From all the pics, it seems like she was some kind of B movie queen, though I don’t have any recollection of her name.
No one thinks either of those is a bad movie.
I thought of one!
Fired Up!
Rotten Tomatoes gives it 23%. It’s stupid, but there’s no way you don’t go into it expecting it to be stupid. It’s the kind of movie I start to watch yet planning to turn off after the first few scenes, but end up watching the whole thing. It has some great lines and I really do love it.
I’ll go with Cage Fury, a mindless 90s exploitation flick starring Erik Estrada, who’s only in half the movie. The REAL star is Richie Barathy, a martial arts body builder. His character’s girlfriend gets caught up in the Most Elaborate White Slaving Operation Evah. It involves a fake modelling agency, fake police, a fake police car, a fake courtroom, and a fake jury, judge and witnesses AND a fake prison with a real lesbian dominatrix warden. Barathy’s technique for tracking his girlfriend is simple: he goes where she went and when anyone won’t tell him what he wants to know, he bangs them against walls until they comply. It leads him to a scene where Barathy goes to the prison and beats up the prison – not just the evil guards and staff, the prison itself, he kicks down doors and walls and liberates all the captive women.
In short, this is a totally ridiculous movie and I only wish the gang at MST3K had been able to do it, but they tend to avoid movies with nakedness.
I thought of another one: Dead Man on Campus. Worth seeing for the opening credits alone, pretty funny throughout.
Dark City can’t really be considered a “bad movie.” It was under-appreciated when it was released and didn’t perform well at the box office but got good reviews. It’s at 74% on Rotten Tomatoes.
Who considers these bad movies? 
Ditto. The way the rookie goes from naive to gung ho during the movie is especially well done. An excellent role model for buddy cop movies.
Gymkata. Olympic gymnast Kurt Thomas has to perform gymnastics in order to secure a site in a Middle Eastern country for American weapons.
Jackie Brown is an awesome movie with some great performances.
For a truly bad but fun film I give you I Sailed to Tahiti With an All Girl Crew
My two favorite bad movies are:
- The Manitou - a horror movie from the mid 70s starring Tony Curtis. Cheesy as hell, and I love every minute of it.
- Xanadu - The Eightiesest movie ever. Roller disco. Teased hair. Olivia Newton-John and some dude with a big nose. Gene Kelly. ELO. What’s not to love?
(apparently I’m only allowed to like bad movies with titles that rhyme…)
Incubus, starring William Shatner, done in Esperanto. Need I say more? 
I find Starship Troopers utterly entrancing and will watch it whenever it shows up on TV. My God, Denise Richards piloting a space ship, and the cast of 90210 shooting machine gun things at giant bugs on another planet! (I don’t know anything about the book.) Years ago Entertainment Weekly gave it an in-depth review and whoever wrote it said, for the first time, they were so undecided as to whether it was serious or a satire, they couldn’t give it a ‘letter’ grade.
When you have Doogie Howser in a Nazi uniform, how can it NOT be a satire?
Couldn’t be that significant. I saw this movie way back when, and didn’t even recall that it had a Woman With Enormous Breasts. If I didn’t notice them, they couldn’t have been that enormous, and wouldn’t make or break the film.
I do recall the Trapped Spanish Galleons, still inhabited by descendants of the original sailors, and the awful tentacle things living in the Sargasso, sand the Men Walking on “snowshoes” while being supported by Large Natural Helium/Hydrogen Balloons. I think I’d have remembvered a Woman Being Supported by Large Natural Balloons, too. But I don’t.
I am inclined to question your vision or sexuality. Every scene in which that woman appears, her shelf is dancing on the very edge of falling out of her bodice, and every shot in which she appears is VERY much centered on her cleavage. And if I recall correctly, she is the first person we see wearing the snowshoes and balloons.
But I have not seen this movie in decades, so perhaps my memory is at fault. But I distinctly remember their habit of centering every shot on her Two Enormous Talents; ghod help me, the camera LEERS at that poor woman in every shot she’s in. It’s distracting. The only thing they DON’T do is zoom in with a “BOIIIING!” sound effect and Benny Hill music. It’s like we can only get back to the story when Gillespie is off doing something else, or when her back is to the camera, or when she’s standing behind someone else. It’s one of the many contributors to the film’s awfulness.
And I wholeheartedly agree that The Manitou is a wonderful badfilm, all the more so for the otherwise credible and well respected actors in it. I figure it HAD to be one of those “contractually obligated” things.
I just saw part of The Manitou on TCM one afternoon this week. I was alerted by the ‘Quinn Martin Production’ music, and it certainly was cheesey, but I simply had to sit down and watch. It was sort of like The Exorcist with Native Americans. Sometimes you want fine dining, sometimes you want McDonalds…I consider The Manitou on par with Denny’s, where you eat the whole plate of Moon Over My Hammy AND a milkshake. You realize it’s not so good when you finish, but it goes down easy.
Same here, so that might be a big factor. I was much younger then, so said balloons might not have yet had their full effect on me.
There were a few movies I watched over and over back in the early days of VHS because, well, they were all I could get. And they grew on me, and I still like 'em. I’m thinking of titles like Gotcha!, Soul Man, The Golden Child (mentioned previously).
More recently, I have a really embarrassing one to admit, though I don’t own a copy or anything: Master Of Disguise. It’s so damn ridiculous, and the slap-fighting while shouting, “Who’s your daddy?” slays me.