Day 18, and I'm starting to feel a little funny in the movie theater. Two days to Day 20 and then I can say I'm one fifth of the way there, so that's good. But there's one thing I'm noticing about watching a movie every day, especially at the morning and afternoon screenings. For Day 15, MacGruber at Downtown Disney, I was literally the only person in the theater, which was kind of cool since it's like owning your own private, state-of-the-art auditorium.
This time, Day 18 for Best Worst Movie (a documentary about Troll 2, once voted the least popular film of all time on IMDB), being alone in the Nuart theater in L.A. was just creepy. It could have been the super weird trailer for something called Cremaster - the preview manages to somehow cram every nightmarish image of human anatomy (and architecture?) into two and a half minutes.
Or maybe having been stuck in the dark so long, and being set up to watch a doc about a bad horror movie, I was prone to paranoia. Waiting for the previews to end, I kept thinking, my worst nightmare right now is being stuck forever in this movie theater...
So, besides that, how was the movie? It was good. And thankfully, not too scary. Instead Best Worst Movie tells a fun story of how a crap movie became a bona fide cult classic - a so-wretched-it's-hee-larious B horror movie that had been consigned to the dustbin of 2am HBO airings, but found an audience via MySpace and sold-out screenings at movie buff meccas like the Alamo Drafthouse and this one and only Nuart.
By the end of the doc, you can see why people seek out Troll 2 and similar watcheable trainwrecks (e.g. - Tommy Wisseau's The Room). The filmmakers behind them are clueless, the actors are godawful, but there's a sincerity that rings true, and earns lots of laughs. The star of Best Worst Movie, who played the dad trying to protect his family from goblins (trolls? goblins? same difference, right?), is a dentist in real life and a likeable ham. Ditto the doc's director, who played the kid in Troll 2.
Speaking of dreams, and nightmare movies, the worst film I ever saw in a theater was a movie called Nightfall with my buddy Shawn and his older brother Chris who insisted we see it over Eddie Murphy's Coming to America. Bad move. What we experienced was a horrid, nonsensical piece of sci-fi dreck that cleared out everyone except me, my friend and his brother (who later raved about the cinematic merits of Armageddon, which makes perfect sense in retrospect). After Nightfall, I could sit through anything...including The Machinist at 5am with a homeless guy wandering the aisles with a shopping cart. For you, though, dear readers, what constitutes your worst movie viewing experience?
Sidebar: I already assume that if I'm ever subjected to The Human Centipede, it will rank near the top of my worst moviegoing experiences. For those thankfully not in the know, it's a recent indie horror release about a mad scientist who tortures unsuspecting tourists and meshes them together "centipede" style - mouth to, ahem, backside (yeah, exactly). While some of my coworkers are dying for me to see it, I will do so if and only if the Facebook "like" counter of this here blog hits 5,000 and even then, Victor Chen, I'm forcing you to see it with me.