Look, I am not unfamiliar with the pleasures that can be had from
sitting down and watching a truly bad movie unspool and unravel before ones eyes — I was attending bad movie
festivals when I was still a barefoot boy with cheek
of tan, I used to carry a copy
of «The Golden Turkey Awards» around like a Bible and I have willingly watched «Manos: The Hands
of Fate» multiple times without the MST3K commentary — and I have watched it a number
of times in situations ranging from at home on DVD to the full -
out in - theater experience but I am at a loss to explain what the appeal, no matter how ironic in nature, could possibly be.
Question: What's beige, 216 cubic inches,
sits on a table, defies you to try to describe it in words, scares the hell
out of you, and your corpus callosum wants to take
out on a date to a sci - fi film
festival in another dimension?