Hedwig and the Angry Inch. One of my all time faves, that got me banned from picking films for movie nights with my friends in high school. I still love it, but it does probably require specific tastes.
Superficially, I guess, but at its heart, it’s a fairly by-the-numbers romcom.
Can’t believe I’m admitting this, but sometimes when I’m alone and know none of my friends will be stopping by, I’ll access my secret hiding place and watch one of my all-time favorites, which is:
Steel Magnolias
I WAS afraid to show my friends The Warriors and Flash Gordon, but I did anyway. They still tell me they don’t trust my taste in movies after that.
I co-hosted a showing of Eraserhead to my church’s singles group. I would not do that, though, with Blue Velvet or Wild At Heart.
I’m thinking The Best of the Best. I love it. I have been mocked before for liking such, and since that day it has remained a secret. Till now.
Cannibal Holocaust.
Hubby and I sometimes like to watch movies just for the WTFness of it. Our friends may or may not enjoy them. I think it depends on how much alcohol was drunk first.
Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things and two Rutger Hauer beauts The Osterman Weekend and Blood + Flesh
Blood sucking freaks.
I have evry Star Trek movie ever made.
I wouldn’t so much mind the ST movies if it were just one or two. But the fact that I have every freaking one of them makes me look like an uber geek.
Same goes for Star Wars.
That was the first one that came to mind for me.
A marriage that included WTF movies could probably warm me up to the idea of getting hitched. Regardless of relationship, I’ve never encountered anyone in real life that I could watch WTF flicks with.
I haven’t seen the Rutger Hauers, but I actually saw Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things at the Drive-In when it was first released. I loved it! Trivia: it was written and directed by Bob Clark, who directed the much beloved A Christmas Story. Ralphie Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things (those shot with his BB Gun).
For those who are not into that kind of thing, films such as Dersu Uzala, which I adore. And then for those who are waay too into that kind of thing, a film like Ridley Scott’s Legend.
That is . . . weird. Usually one of us will stumble upon a WTF-am-I-watching? movie on cable and then have to show it to the other. One of the many very good thing the SDMB does for me is find the name of a WTF movie that I’ve watched and didn’t catch the name of.
I started typing that earlier but got sidetracked and didn’t finish my post. Another great movie from the same person is Short Bus. But that movie is essentially gay (and some straight) porn with a plot. It’s a great movie, but you have to be okay watching actual, unsimulated sex with your friends.
And it ain’t CGI. Seriously, look at some screen caps; that’s not green screen work.
Hero. Compelling plot, good acting from Tony Leung and Michelle Yeoh, fight scenes that are as beautifully choreographed as ballet. Gorgeous cinematography.
Half my friends would sneer at it for being a kung fu film. The other half would sneer at it for being propaganda for totalitarian Chinese Communist Party rule. Still, one of my favorite films.
The scene with the midget, the rubber chicken, and the trampoline was especially moving, I felt.
Two that spring to mind are the Lewis Collins actioner Who Dares Wins, and Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Salo. The former because it’s not quite silly enough to laugh at, it’s too boring to enjoy as a film, and you’re basically admitting that you have a copy of Bravo Two Zero somewhere in the house and that you support capital punishment, read the Daily Mail unironically, attend Help For Heroes events etc etc
And Salo because - again - it’s not silly enough to laugh at, too boring to enjoy as a film, and why? It’s like one of those Jess Franco lesbian vampire movies… which is another example. They aren’t silly enough to laugh at, and the endless scenes of shivering naked women pretending to be sexy aren’t the kind of thing you watch with friends. Or indeed alone, because the internet has a much wider selection of higher-quality pornography.
Barb Wire, the Pamela Anderson film. At least the VHS I had ended with twenty minutes of Pamela Anderson doing a topless trapeze act whilst being sprayed with hosepipes; after five minutes you realise that you and your friends are all watching porn. Which is awkward.
Ironically, in the UK A Clockwork Orange was one of those films where showing it to your friends was almost obligatory, because it was unavailable on video for ages.
Barry Lyndon here too, but that’s because I don’t want my friends to see me cry like a baby.