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The Geek Beat: Junk Food Films

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I love to study fandom as much as I love to participate in it. The culture of obsession is a fascinating one, and as a college student I harbored delusions of grandeur that I'd be able to crack it -- and not only would I solve it, but I'd do it with a single project in American Culture I. Oh, how easy everything seems when you're 19! Obviously, I failed to plumb the depths of fandom in a single semester, and after years of trying to figure it out, the only thing I'm sure of is that everyone is obsessed with something. It might be anime, it might be the reenacting the Battle of Borodino, but everyone's got their quirk. While you may be able to make a strong case that one is a little more relevant than the other (historical reenactors do have a useful place in terms of education), but I'm not sure you can argue that one is healthier than the other. When you're obsessed, you're intense. It's ok. We all are.

One aspect of film fandom has been nagging me for some time, though, and that's the widespread devotion to bad films. I've been itching to explore it, but have found myself unable to really get the heart of it. However, the heady combination of Best Worst Movie and Troll 2 has given me a little more bravery and inspiration to try and understand just why we watch what we do.

That's a dumb question, right? We watch what we enjoy. We want to have fun when we go to the movies. But I think I speak for everyone when I say that a really good film -- a Martin Scorsese, a Darren Aronofsky, a Peter Weir -- is just as satisfying as a bit of pulpy popcorn. When I've seen something really solid and original, I walk out feeling like that was the best money I've ever spent. So why on earth do we revel in bad movies?




Let me amend that a little, and say that not everyone revels in bad films. I have a good friend who loved to seek out drivel like Surf Nazis Must Die, and I used to just roll my eyes at him. Life was too short to watch bad movies when there were so many good ones waiting to be watched. While it was fun to laugh at a Frogs once in your life, you shouldn't make a habit of it -- not when there was 1001 Films To See Before You Die. I just didn't see the fun in it unless it was Mystery Science Theater 3000.

But something happened my last year or so of college. It started with literature first. I was so worn out by deciphering medieval texts and trying to track down reliable Anglo-Saxon translations that I jumped into comics, graphic novels, and pulp fiction in a very embarrassing way. I won't lie -- I needed the pictures, the easy language, and the simple denouements. I reverted to a 12 year old, and while I've since struck a balance between meaty biographies, classic literature, and Invincible Iron Man, I've never really looked back.

The same thing has happened with film the more I write about it, and study it. I make an concentrated effort to get through those 1001 Films, and I love a brilliant film or documentary. I love to learn and see something new, I like to be shook up in ways I didn't expect. But it's gotten to a point where if you offered me a choice between Precious and Punisher: War Zone, I'd pick the latter. I know which film I should watch, and which would make me feel something other than mild entertainment, but I'd still pick Frank Castle. Lest you think my bias has to do with my enjoyment of violence, comics, or Ray Stevenson, you can replace War Zone with any "bad" movie (not that I think War Zone is in the league of Ed Wood) and I'm ashamed to say my answer would be the same. And oh, the shame! I really do feel a Puritanical guilt about the pleasure of bad movies and bad books, so much so that if a critic put a scarlet T on me (for Tasteless, naturally) for choosing to watch Van Helsing over Frost / Nixon*, I wouldn't protest. I'd embellish it with embroidery to draw more attention to it and be punished further.

I know I'm not the only one. Watching the fandom that flocks around Troll 2 (and being among those really, really thrilled to finally see that slopfest) is comforting and horrifying all at once. Why do we do it? Why does obsession and fandom swirl around so many horrendously bad movies? I wish I could understand why we do it. I know it's because it's fun, but it isn't as easy as that because plenty of good films are also entertaining ones. You would hardly inspire a mass of people to attend any showing of Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. But you'd probably get a geek army to attend Tarantula. Why? It's like choosing Doritos over a plate of home made pasta. One is definitely more tasty and filling, but there's just something so luridly appealing about the trashy stuff, and I just can't put my finger on why, particularly when we beg Hollywood to produce good, original films.

Naturally, I know that true film lovers will watch anything from the downright dumb to the gloriously good with equal enthusiasm. But there's something very strange about what truly excites people, and I find that it's the cannibal monks and the killer fandom that can wind up fandom faster than an Oscar contender. I wish I knew why, but as someone who guilty partakes in the culture, I can't even begin to analyze it.


*For the record, I haven't actually done this.

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