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The Cult of Trash: How Do We Explain Our Taste for Really, Really Bad Movies?

You're tearing us apart, Tommy! The first time I ever saw the worst film ever made, I was with my brother and two of my cousins. We sat down in my living room in my old basement apartment, pulled up a pirated copy that was streaming on YouTube (because my efforts to buy it off of Amazon were unfruitful), and gazed in amazement while it played on a tiny sub-screen at 1.5x normal speed (typical format for pirated shit). When the credits began to roll, we all just sat there, silent, awkward, and confused—confused by the absurdity of what we just consumed, but also confused by our genuine non-rejection of it, a non-rejection that quickly grew into full-blown love and then obsession. One of my cousins turned to me and asked, "What the f*** did we just watch?" I was like, "The Room." Read More...

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Published By: NoFilmSchool - Sunday, 18 June

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