A respectable bad movie is easy to forget. The real magic starts when a film misses the mark so wildly, so confidently, that it turns into a spectacle all its own, full of stiff dialogue, bizarre performances, and choices that somehow make it even harder to look away.
Nobody comes back to these movies for polish or prestige. They come back for the madness, the accidental laughs, the scenes that should collapse but don’t, and that rare kind of cinematic disaster that becomes more entertaining than plenty of films that actually got it right.