Hi, I’m Adam. one third of the Geekscape podcast Horror Movie Night. I want to talk to you today about a matter that is near and dear to my heart: Bad Movies.

As long as I can remember I have loved bad movies. My love for garbage dates back to a little locally owned movie rental store in my town called “Have You Seen?”  This particular shop put its movies in very specific sections: French, Noir, French Noir, UK television, Adult Comedies and so forth. But the section that captured my interest the most from the first day I walked in was “Exploitation/Extreme And Bad Movies”. This section lead me a lot of places in my life – It helped nurture my love of horror, my love of shock cinema, and helped me discover some of my favorite films. But that’s not why we’re here.

Now my journey began the same as many shit afficiandos with Tommy Wiseau’s “The Room”. We’ll touch on that later, as it has been talked to death.  From there, I then found Jon Waters’ “Pink Flamingos”. A movie no sane person would call a masterpiece, but a movie that I think is important to understand where we’re going from here.

I hated Pink Flamingos the first time I tried to watch it. In fact, I turned it off when I got to the chicken sex scene. I came back to it again, and with time grew to understand what Waters was trying to do here. He’s making shock cinema, to offend the senses of those not within his particular circle, and to entertain those who are. I think Waters’ circle has grown a lot since the production, which is something I doubt he expected. Now it isn’t just Drag Queens and gays and 1970’s social outsiders who are privvy to Jon’s weird world, it’s people like 16 year old me, sitting in a basement watching a mans anus open and close to “Surfin’ Bird” and a man dressed as a woman eating fresh dog shit.

Now if those things sound unappealing to you, you’re right. They are. If you wonder what type of movie would prominently feature scenes like these: a bad one. But a bad movie made by friends for friends and in jest and with a helping handful of irony. But it exists in a weird paradox of being both sarcastic and sincere. The ideas of the movie, acting, the plot are sarcastic and biting. But the drive behind putting them to film are sincere. A fuck you to the social norm and a welcoming to the freaks of the world. Thats what drew me in, thats what brought me back.

Bad movies, the good breed of bad movies, are made with sincere intentions.

The Room is now known worldwide. It’s shown in theatres in every country with fanfare and involement. Its been opened up to a huge audience because people understand the context behind it. Wiseau made The Room with the intention of making a moving, heartfelt masterpiece. Instead he produced a movie of wooden automatons having awkward sex behind the back of an alien Jesus figure.

But with the knowledge tommy posseses now, I fear for his follow up: Best Friends Movie. Made with Room star Greg Sestero, this comes after the release of Gregs book Disaster Artist that details The Room phenomenom and the making of a movie about it. Will this knowledge affect how Tommy makes this new film? Will it lose its sincerity? If we take a look at other example you’ll see it almost always does.

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Birdemic: Shock and Terror is out and out garbage. That people took their time to commit one minute of it to film is a testament to humanity’s lack of true purpose in the universe. But it’s also one of the most baffilingly amusing movies you may ever see (do yourself a favor and skip past the opening credits). James Nguyen thought that he was making an impactful statement on our effect on the enviroment, and his urge to virtue signal was so strong that he ignored all other logic in his quest. Clip art bird effects litter the screen, which im sure he assumed would look better in post. I’m also sure that upon seeing the final effect he thought the message of the film would shine through. So strong was his sincerity in his vision that he allowed it to pass standard and make it in the final product, and for that I salute him.

I also say fuck him because Birdemic 2 came out and it was the EXACT. SAME. THING.

His knowledge that his message failed but his failure succeeded lead him down a path of insincerity to try and rest on the laurels of his accidental trainwreck masterpiece. He lost the entire reason and heart that made the first one watchable.

Kung Fury is a bad movie. I may be in the minority here but I feel it is a bad movie in all respects, and I find no qaulities redeeming. It wears a sneer of sarcasm on its face from second one, it makes references for no other reason than to make them, it fails to have a reason for its being other than “Look how silly and random this is”. I don’t feel it was made with a sincere message behind it, or with a sincere spirt. I feel like it was written by people laughing at the stupidity of it, throwing any ideas out and letting them stick without giving them any purpose or second thought. “Tricera-cop sounds funny and the effect will look funny, so do it.” They went in with the idea to make a “bad” movie, and it failed.

If you want an actual love letter to the eighties, and their beautiful absurdity, watch “Turbo Kid”.  Many everyday moviegoers would consider bad, but it was made with so much heart and reverence that it is immpossibly charming.

Often a bad movie is wonderful simply because of your perception of it. Deep Blue Sea was meant to be a heart pounding thrill ride but if you root for the sharks its a hilarious story of revenge perpetrated by bird eating, oven operating monsters. The Happening is supposed to be a horrifying look at a worldwide disaster but if you don’t take it too seriously its a movie about whacky ways to suicide, conversations about hot dogs and running from the breeze. Zardoz is supposed to be a deep look into social hierarchies, but if you look at is as a bad attempt to explain the deep meaning you found in an acid trip one time its far more enjoyable. “Yeah but like, the rich live forever and like, we’re the savages controlled by guns and like….oh shit I lost it.” Even the director doesn’t quite remember what his point was anymore.

These films had a sincere purpose and idea going in, but if you the viewer ignore and avoid it, you can create your own fun. Theres a whole world of impossibly good bad movies out there, and this article has only mentioned a few of the most well known ones. Dig deeper, find the sincerity that lurks beneath these supposedly bad movies, and see the joy in it.

From the second I read Jim Vorel’s list of 100 So Bad it’s Good movies I knew I had to have him on the podcast to talk b-movies. Jim is an awesome writer and quickly became a friend of the internet. Be sure to check out his write ups on PasteMagazine.com and specifically the article we discuss this episode.

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Early this week, Mr. Matt Kelly said, “Hey, Allison, you should review Birdemic for your weekly column.  It’ll be great!”  And me, being the innocent and so naïve person that I am, trusted him and sat down to watch it.

What I thought would be an experience of greatness, of a bad movie along the lines of so many other bad movies that I love, turned out to be the equivalent of attending an eighth grade science fair where most of the children are severely autistic and prone to rocking back and forth while braiding lanyards and forcing them upon the hapless attendees, then shanking any male passersby if they are wearing Old Spice.

Possibly an eagle, possibly bad CGI.

Birdemic was released in 2008, having spent a theoretical four years in production—the delay attributed to the slow personal funding of writer and director James Nguyen (Tidbit: the IMDB biography of Mr. Nguyen contains the phrase, “Also known as Master of Romantic Thrillers Among the new generation of auteurs in the 21st Century”), and panned with such incredible intensity that it became a cult classic.

Personally, I can’t imagine sitting through this film ever again, so to imagine that there’s a large group of people out there that actually enjoy watching this flaming pile of cloaca is quite difficult.  Then to face myself with the task of hand writing letters to each of them explaining why they’re wrong… it’s rather daunting, but ultimately worth the effort.

This movie stars –and I use that term very, very loosely— Alan Bagh as the infinitely punchable software salesman, Rod, and Whitney Moore as the toothy fashion model, Nathalie.  There some other “supporting casts”, but I’m not going to mention their names so they can begin to heal from the trauma of their experience.

For when one cast isn't enough.

Because of time constraints, and the sheer volume of rant I have on this movie, I’m going to attempt to limit myself to summarizing the first ten minutes of the film—which is great, because FOUR OF THOSE MINUTES are devoted to following dipshit Rod around in his blue mustang while the opening credits roll to a looped twenty second track that wishes it had been composed by Richard Band, but can’t quite claim to be of actual musical value.

The remaining six minutes introduce us to the incredible sound quality that will plague the rest of the movie: varying levels of sound, asinine levels of sound, sound that makes you want to learn to do post-production mixing so no one you truly care for will ever have to experience what you’re experiencing.  Then if your senses weren’t feeling violated enough, Nguyen shoves a terrifying European waitress into view, who takes Rod’s order and, in a display of mercy not found often in this movie, disappears.

"Don't show fear, Nathalie, just don't show fear and maybe he'll go away."

While waiting for his bratwurst, Rod spots Nathalie and, as she flees because she feels him watching her like a total creep while she cuts her toast, he checks out her ass.  After confirming her ass is of high quality, he suddenly realizes that she is the Girl For Him, leaving Helga heartbroken by doing a dine-and-dash and not even finishing the orange juice she so carefully poured for him.

Once he manages to catch up to his darling power-walker, awkward dialogue ensues.  During this conversation, we discover that not only can he not act, he also is unable to hide his serial rapist nature.  We are also able to confirm that, yes, he has never had sex in his life and likely never will.

"I'm gonna cut out her kidneys and use them for slippers."

Nathalie, sensing that she’s spending time in the company of a terrible actor, attempts to escape his company, but he chases her down once more and holds her at the vicious knife-point of painful awkwardness until she gives him her number.

So that’s about ten minutes, give or take a couple of minutes because I cannot bear to recount the details of this awful story any longer.

In sum, birds begin to indiscriminately attack the residents of Half Moon Bay by dropping bird bombs (not a euphemism—they’re actually exploding when they crash into buildings) on them, spraying them with acidic cloaca, or doing a fly-by tearing out of throats.  Rod and Nathalie band together with another young couple and they take to the road, battling the birds and trying to save what little survivors remain in what appears to be some godawful birdocaplyse commercial for Greenpeace.

They used paper napkins, and now they must pay.

By studying this film, I’ve come up with a list of ten guidelines for those of us that will eventually be faced battling this fowl menace.

ALLISON’S SURVIVAL TIPS FOR SURVIVORS WHO WANT TO SURVIVE AN ATTACK FROM EXPLODING AVIANS THAT CHALLENGE THEIR SURVIVAL

1.  Want to picnic on the cliffs or play on the beach during a bird attack?  Go for it!  Birds hate beaches!

2.  You still need to follow basic traffic laws no matter how much your life may be in danger—there’s no excuse for dangerous driving.

3.  If you happen to come across a group of people holed up in a bus, you should probably get them out of their safe environment—it’ll toughen them up.

4.  It’s totally safe to leave your gas-filled car on the side of the road with the keys still in the ignition—no one will take it, especially during an emergency.

5.  Hippies live in the woods and will dispense wisdom.  They survive on tree bark, pine cones, and the beneficence of the Mother Goddess.

6.  Gas isn’t that important to travel.  Mom’s mini-van gets excellent mileage, so feel free to leave a few gallons behind—it’ll magically show back up in your car later.

7.  It’s perfectly safe to drink water from a creek in the California woods—they’re totally unpolluted.

8.  Convenience store clerks are devoted to their posts, and will not leave even during the birdacolypse, so don’t even think about snagging those Twinkies for free.

9.  You’ll always know when to take cover, because when birds dive towards the ground they make missile noises and explode.

10.  Don’t worry about stocking up on cash– even though the phone lines may be down, stores will still be able to accept your credit card.

Remember this face-- you'll be seeing it later tonight... at your window.

Now that you’re properly prepared for this avian devastation, I highly suggest that you never, never ever, NEVER watch this film.  Do NOT queue it up on Netflix on Demand, do NOT subject yourself to the worst editing I’ve ever seen, do NOT watch the awkward, lingering transitions and the phone conversations that make you think that both parties are suffering from some sort of brain degradation.  Pick another movie, hell, pick Troll 2 or Thankskillingboth of which Netflix offered up as suitable alternatives to this flick.

Just stay the flock away, and if you do decide to sit down and witness this debeakal, you’ll definitely egret it.