May 23, 2012
“To rate a special place in our hearts,” the authors, Edward Margulies and Steven Rebello, write, in “Bad Movies we Love,” "they have to go way out to dementedly inspired places that few movies dare to go.”
Their highest rated movies make the "Hall" and get four hearts, which indicates the film is so wretched and lovable that any connoisseur of bad movies should get their hands on them immediately.
Like these gems:
“Beyond the Forest,” the definitive high camp 1949 classic, with Bette Davis, chewing up the scenery, as the “riotously miscast" Rosa Moline, possibly the most warped femme fatale ever.
The film begins with this warning title:
This is the story of evil. Evil is headstrong — is puffed up. For our soul's sake, it is salutary for us to view it in all its ugly nakedness once in a while. Thus may we know how those who deliver themselves over to it end up like the Scorpion, in a mad frenzy stinging themselves to eternal death.
(And gets worse/better from there.)
A lovably bad movie has to have pretensions of greatness, which leaves out classics like “Plan 9 from Outer Space."
Which merely had pretensions of getting made.
A classic in the genre is “The Cobweb,” a deep psychological 1955 drama that centers around the selection of new drapes for the mental clinic.
And the conflict, surrounding.
Gloria Graham, who's married to the head of the clinic:
“They shouldn’t allow me within a hundred miles of material where there’s a budget involved."
1979 was a banner year for bad movies, with “Moment by Moment” providing a moment-by-moment slew of unintentionally hilarious moments—pairing the unlikely duo of Lily Tomlin and John Travolta, who, for some unknown reason, is named Strip.
This hot tub scene is a classic because it seems like she's commanding him to remove his garments, when he already has.
He: “Do you love me?”
He: "You don’t love me?"
She: “Oh Strip.”
And if we’re diligent, we can even find endearingly awful dialogue in reasonably good movies, like “Wall Street,” where Bud walks out alone in his blue bathrobe on his terrace overlooking Central Park and has this introspective moment.
“Who am I?”
We all have those moments.
I hope I’ve inspired you to list your “favorites.”