Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Watched on Fast Foward- The worst ones

I like movies, good or bad. Documentaries, speculative fiction, epic or intimate character pieces, as long as there is some effort at drawing the viewer into a compelling story, it'll probably seem worthwhile to invest at least some time. This comes up by way of saying that it is hard to make a film that has no redeeming features, but imagine for a moment an enterprise devoid of craft of any type (writing, acting, directing, cinematography, etc.). Not just laughably bad. Not lapses in artistic judgement. All bad with no good. Such movies do exist. These movies are actually worse than The Room, which despite various shortcomings is at least funny (if unintentionally so- in an MST3K kinda way)... we're talking just dismal.

The worst movies I've ever seen combines a lack of art or craft with many of the biggest tropes in pop-culture: serial killer's past justify/explain all, (in one case, that) Germans are, to a person and even now, unapologetic Nazis, women are to be coveted as fetishized sexual objects, and then are victims (either of circumstance or outright murder), oh, and children... a whole thing about 'the kids'...

So, what manages to bring so many exciting traits to one party? the first is a little gem from 2004 Murder-Set-Pieces. What makes the enterprise feel so awful is that it seems to aspire to more, but the writer/director is really, really bad as is the camera work, the acting, editing, music, ADR/foley... you name it, not good. Actually, this was so bad that I couldn't believe JUST how it was on FF, and so endeavored to watch it again... twice... unlike some pieces that have so many sublime subtexts that more time spent enhances the experience, this did not improve with subsequent viewings. You know that a thing is bad when one of the only defenses of (writer/director) Nick Palumbo's (the mind behind Nutbag) work on this can be, 'at least he shot it on film...' Whatever dude...

Tied with this for #1 stanank /waste of resources is Black Dahlia, a craptastic, shot-on-video, er... thing. Not to belabor the point, but the acting, dialogue and continuity in this are terrible, but the effect of the moving image is so overwhelmingly bad that it is hard not to focus (pun intended) on that aspect most prominently. But really, while the net effect of this movie was horrible, M-S-P still stand-out as being somehow, worse.

Based on these two selections, it would appear that I hate the horror genre, no, but they do represent how gore has taken prominance over atmosphere or creativity... They sum up what is most difficult to understand in creating something that requires as much time, money, effort and collaboration as filmmaking- why no one says to a director, "this looks like it is a dung heap." Ah well, without misguided souls, I'd run out of stuff to watch.

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