I’ve always been able to watch bad movies, and enjoy watching them. It’s not a matter of enjoying the spectacle of incompetence or having some sadistic pleasure in witnessing disaster. I’m not particularly fond of imagining Raul Julia’s film career going up in flames after the Street Fighter movie.
I think there’s something genuinely entertaining about the bizarre show that a bad movie provides – with its caricature-like characters, the strange and stilted lines voiced by the actors (hello, StarWars Episode I), the janky special effects. Such movies tend to amuse me much more than the majority of comedies. I guess I was never one to enjoy laughing when I knew that was what was expected of me.
An average movie offends me a lot more than a bad movie – the kind of movie that has done nothing obviously wrong, but doesn’t excite either, doesn’t teach anything, doesn’t fan the flames of any kind of emotion. It’s just life-filler.
Boring is worse than bad.