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Sunday, December 30, 2007

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(die hard 2: die harder)

It has been brought to our attention that in the nearly three years since Bad Movie Night began, we have not shown a single film in which someone is killed by an icicle.

Please accept our humble apologies.

We hope this movie makes up for it.

See you in '08.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Maura Sipila and Mikl-Em will die even harderer. Or something.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

(jingle all the way)

So we did It's a Wonderful Life last week—for the second year in a row—and it didn't destroy Christmas.

Oh well. Here's for better luck in '08.

"at least phil worked with me again!"
Anyway, if making fun of It's a Wonderful Life doesn't do the trick, then the very existence of this movie should.

Arnold Schwarzenegger plays an oddly-accented father trying to get his kid a popular toy for xmas, blah blah blah heartwarming sentimentality crap crap crap. You know how it goes.

What's really painful about this movie is that it was not only the one of Phil Hartman's last movies before he was killed, but it was the second movie he made with Sinbad.

If that sad fact isn't enough reason to cancel the holidays, I don't know what is.

Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, Geekboy, Mike Spiegelman and other Turbo Men.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

(it's a wonderful life)

As usual, the San Francisco Weekly's repertory calendar said it best:

Yeah. What's wrong with these people? Which is to say, us?

How can we make fun of a movie that's so beloved, that's so loved by so many people, that we evidently aren't supposed to...well, make fun of it?

Well, have you tried to actually watch the movie recently?

If not—or even if you have—come on down and watch it again, by the time it's over, you'll feel just like the kid at the bottom of the picture with his hands on his face.

Oh, and Sean Owens will not be hosting that night. Damned liberal media!

Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband and other angels who will not be getting their wings.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

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(black christmas)

Back to horror remakes for a week. Bear with us. It's the holidays and all.

What's peculiar about the current spate of horror remakes is how, unlike other remakes, whether or not the original film was successful doesn't really matter.

pay no attention to the woman over 25.
If a film is well-known, there's a good chance that it'll be remade. That's just the nature of things.

In this case, it was a relatively obscure 1974 movie that nobody outside of edicated horror buffs had heard of. Certainly the target audience of teenagers weren't familiar with it, the way they inherently were with the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Amityville Horror.

But it has an exploitable angle (Christmas) and an extremely exploitable cast (hot young sorority babes). And after remaking When a Stranger Calls, you can can only go up, and in this case "up" is this movie.

Most importantly, though, Buffy's annoying young sister gets killed.

Best. Bad. Movie. Ever.


Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, Mike Spiegelman and Sherilyn Connelly (who promises not to mention her crush on Lacey Chabert.)

Sunday, December 2, 2007

(eight crazy nights)

Raise your hand if you thought Adam Sandler was funny on Saturday Night Live in the nineties.

It's okay. So did we. And we liked his "Hannakuh Song," just like you did. We're all in this together.

He was fantastic in a supporting role Bob Goldthwait's Shakes The Clown ("Yeah, I've been juggling 'n shit"), and Billy Madison was funnier than it had any right to be. Then came Happy Gilmore, which had its moments, but something wasn't...quite...right.

it's okay to want to slap him.
The Wedding Singer had its moments, but then there was The Waterboy and Big Daddy, and—heaven help us—Little Nicky. Ouch.

Punch-Drunk Love? Brilliant. Working with real directors with real style (Paul Thomas Anderson, following up Magnolia), back on track. Okay, so it was a flop at the box office and his regular fans hated it, but still, it was a good movie for a change, and—

But it was a flop, and that was all that mattered. A flop, and a fluke.

Because that same year gave us this animated movie, a festival of fart and puke and poop jokes in the guise of a heartwarming holiday comedy. The nights aren't even all that crazy.

He never did work with Paul Thomas Anderson again, but he did make Anger Management and The Longest Yard and (make it stop? please?) I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.

Sadly, this week's feature is not Punch-Drunk Love.

Your three crazy hosts (get it? the movie's called Eight Crazy Nights! clever, huh?) are Sherilyn Connelly, Mike Spiegelman and Phil Darnowsky.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

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(the net)

See what we did? We started this month with Hackers from '95, dove into the mid-eighties for Electric Dreams and WarGames, and now we're back in '95 for The Net! Isn't that clever?

And it's intentional, honest!

"keanu never answers his email..."
But anyway.

The same year that gave us screen-n00b Angelina Jolie as big-lipped, skateboarding leet hax0r "Acid Burn," Sandra Bullock (not too long after Speed) as a lifeless computer nerd.

After the super-futuristic act of ordering pizza online, she visits a webpage—or, as we called it back then, a page on the World Wide Web—which sends her into a deadly game of cat-and-mouse where she—


Yeah. Sandra Bullock as a lifeless computer nerd.

Look, we didn't make the damn thing, okay?

But we will take it apart.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis, Geekboy and Mikl-em
sincerely apologize for the presence of Dennis Miller in this movie.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

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We're the first to admit it: not every movie we do is bad.

Many of them are well-written, competently shot, and have decent actors like Dabney Coleman Sheedy.

"if i spill my soda, the computer will fall in love with you!"
They may feature looks into emerging subcultures that will eventually dominate everyday life, but at the time, are considered extremely esoteric, like the home computers in this film.

Or hacking, for that matter.

So even if you have a good time watching it, you may wonder afterward:

"Wait a minute? What just happened?

Were Michael Madsen and Eddie Deezen both in that movie?

Is that even possible?"

That's not the only impossible thing about this movie.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband and Mike Spiegelman
will take the snark to DefCon 1.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

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(electric dreams)

And then there are some movies which, at time, seemed...well, not plausible, exactly, but you could roll with them.

Hackers is far too goofy to really get a hold on, but at the time, this movie almost made sense. Almost.
YSOS: the Yellow Screen Of Sadness.
I liked it, anyway. I knew it was a fantasy, but still.

It helped if you were thirteen, though and believed your Atari 65XE was the coolest thing ever.

Guy accidentally douses his home computer with champagne, it achieves sentience, and they both start lusting after Virginia Madsen.

Huh. Yeah.

Okay, yeah. It really helped if you were thirteen.

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Mike Spiegelman, Shaun Landry and Hans Summer
will bring 64KB of snark.

Sunday, November 4, 2007


The fundamental problem: there's nothing more boring than someone using a computer.

The glowy screen and graphics and all that don't help. It's just not kinetic or interesting.

Even someone using a typewriter is more inherently cinematic, since the camera can focus on the mechanical aspects of the typewriter, and there's that satisfying thwack-thwack-thwack sound.
You green-blooded, puffy-lipped Vulcan!

Whaddaya got with computers? Matthew Broderick hooking his TI-99/4A to a voice synthesizer in a desperate attempt on the part of the filmmakers to make his all-caps forty-column hacking remotely interesting. (Don't worry, we'll get to that in a couple of weeks.)

Instead, this oh-so-1995 film mixes what the kids like to call "MTV-style editing" with the always contemporary concept of virtual reality, throws in a young Angelina Jolie and her already fucked-up lips (which get their own closeup five seconds after she first appears onscreen), "hip" fashions, trendy techno music, and probably the most realistic vision of computers since...oh, we've really gotta go with Automan on this one.

These particular teenage computer geniuses are also not virgins. Are you getting the level of fantasy at work yet? (Speaking of fantasies, there's a flash of Jolie breast if don't blink. Just sayin'.)

Oh, yeah. Fisher Stevens—who, to be fair, was hella funny in My Science Project—is the bad guy, and Penn Jillette is one of his henchmen, looking not unlike costar Matthew Lillard after getting raped by an air-pump. We'd like to think that Penn's paycheck from this film directly financed The Aristocrats, even though that movie came out ten years later.

Hey, that's more realistic than anything in this movie.

The maidenhead status of your ubergeek hosts
Sherilyn Connelly, Annalee Newitz and Charlie Anders
has not been determined.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

(the amityville horror)

So it's come to this: a remake of a movie based on a "true story" which turned out to be hoax.

The original Amityville Horror was adapted from a book about an alleged haunting. 'cept it didn't happen.
This Navel Is Based On A True Story.

It's as much of a true story as Fargo or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, which also claims to be based on a true story. Actually, that isn't fair. The original Chainsaw was heavily inspired by the Ed Gein case (also the loose basis for Psycho), whereas the remake was inspired by nothing more than the desire to watch fashion models posing in golden light.

And it's no surprise that both the Amityville and Chainsaw remakes both claim to be based on, or at least "inspired by," true stories.

Why? Because the film industry thinks you're stupid.

No, really. They do.

They they think that if they splap the words "true story" on any pile of hogwash, you, the rabble, the moviegoing public, will turn out in droves.

But we know the real true story, don't we?

You're smart, so you'll come to Bad Movie Night to make fun of it.

Jim Fourniadis, Geekboy and your other hosts are not based on a true story.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

(the texas chainsaw massacre)

This week's feature offers yet another example of why remakes aren't all bad: such pretty, pretty people.

If you've seen the original version of the The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, you probably don't remember the gritty quasi-documentary style, the emphasis on psychological terror instead of violence (despite the film's reputation, there's very little gore), or the brilliant use of noise and dissonance on the soundtrack to create an unsettling mood.

Nah. You only remember how ugly and annoying the characters were.
Sir Not Appearing In This Film.

Especially the guy in the wheelchair. (No, not Christopher Reeve.) Didn't he just drive you apeshit? That whiny voice, that accent, the way he said "those two old sheds?"

Admit it: you were happy when he died, since it meant you wouldn't have to listen to him or see his unpleasant face anymore.

It's okay. You can tell us. We promise to let anyone know how insensitive you are. Your secret is safe with us, you elitist bastard.

Fortunately, the producers of the remake knew better. Nobody in a wheelchair, nobody fat. There's a guy with glasses, but after Napoleon Dynamite, that's kinda hip, right?

Even the weasel-faced guy who got to shtup Lauren Ambrose in Six Feet Under is kinda sexy.

The movie itself sucks, but who cares?

Pretty people with glisteny bodies! Bared midriffs! Well-groomed stubble!

Sherilyn Connelly will not be baring her midriff and Phil Darnowsky's stubble will not be well-groomed, but their snark will be glisteny.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

(that movie where paris hilton gets killed)

Continuing with our premise from last week: remakes are not inherently a bad thing.

When remakes suck, it's because most movies suck, period. Sometimes a remake is better than the original, because the original kind of sucked. And while the remake may not be great, it may suck less than the original. Chances are, though, they're both lousy. (This is Sherilyn's theory, and she has a film degree from San Francisco State University, so she's right about everything.)

Anyway, the current wave of remakes isn't so bad, because it gave us this movie.

You already know that Paris Hilton gets killed in it. That's all anyone knows about this movie, or really needs to.

We heartily encourage you to come on down, pay your five bucks, and cheer on her death. Or pay your five bucks, turn around and leave. Just pay up, damnit!
"david letterman was SO mean to me!"

But what if you don't have anything against this misunderstood heiress? What if you have no desire to see her kick it?

Then we suggest you listen to her podcast, recorded during the publicity tour for this movie.

It's imaginatively titled "The Paris Hilton Podcast," and it may well be the single most annoying, stupid thing ever foisted on the int0rwebz.

Seriously. Listen to it for a few minutes—that horrible theme song, the goddamn dog barking, the icepick-in-the-eardrum quality of her voice, her sheer vapidity—and you'll be rooting for her to meet a gruesome demise.

Disclaimer: in spite of the poster, there is no bukkake in this film.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis, Pete Goldie, and Geekboy dare you to cheer louder than them at the big moment.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

(the fog)

First off, if we may take issue with our own premise: remakes get a bad rap.

People say remakes are lazy and a sign of creative bankruptcy, and why can't Hollywood come up with any new ideas?

Here's the thing: remakes are not new. Movies were being remade as early as the 1920s. Like any other work of art, a film by defintion is a product of its time, and remaking an existing work for a new generation of viewers is a hallowed tradition. Hitchock made The Man Who Knew Too Much twice, feeling that he didn't really nail it until the second try.

So-called purists complain about John Carpenter's movies being remade (Halloween, Assault on Precinct 13, this week's feature); I wonder if they'll bitch when The Thing inevitably gets remade—if so, they'll be conveniently ignoring the fact his "original" version was, in fact, a remake.

The Ten Commandments and The Wizard of Oz were both remakes. Are you getting the point?

The fact is, when a remake sucks, it's not because remakes are inherently sucky. It's because the vast majority of movies suck, period.

And that's where we come in.

So we give you a month of movies which which would suck even if they weren't remakes.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Geekboy, and the Reverend Steven Johnson Leyba are going to miss Adrienne Barbeau in a big way.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

(grindhouse: death proof)

It was a good idea on paper. But then again, so was Four Rooms.

Robert Rodridguez and The Other Guy would each make a super-trashy Z-movie in homage to the sort of exploitation films that played at seedy movie theaters known as grindhouses, before home video rendered them irrelevant. It's a genre of movie which also played at drive-in theaters, of which there were many more in existence than grindhouses, but Drive-In Theater doesn't have the same ring to it as Grindhouse.
"sorry, but i don't have the gun-leg in this one."

The two movies would be shown as a double feature. Less famous (but probably more talented) directors like Rob Zombie and Edgar Wright would make fake trailers to go in between the two movies, and it would be fleshed out with authentic and now our feature presentation-type interstitials from grindhouses. Well, more likely they were scavenged from drive-in theaters, but work with us here, people.

So they did it, and it was good. Well, sorta good. Robert Rodriguez made a highly entertaing homage to zombie movies which features special effects far beyond the budget of the average seventies horror movie—the entire filmography of Al Adamson probably cost less than ten seconds of Rose McGowan's CGI gun-leg. But it was fun and fast-paced and starred people of color from Six Feet Under and Lost.

Problem: that was just the first half.

"let's pretend your name is kate."
The Other Guy made a plodding, super-talky homage to car-fetish movies like Eat My Dust or Two-Lane Blacktop or...what's that other one? Vanishing Point. Yeah. Vanishing Point. Hard to miss, considering that what feels like three-quarters of the dialogue is the characters talking about frickin' Vanishing Point. (Christ. At least Rodriguez didn't have his characters being all "Gosh, isn't this just like Dawn of the Dead and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?")

The fact that the cast is primarily composed of femme hotties proves something we'd suspected all along: eye candy does not make up for bad, meandering dialogue which goes nowhere and says nothing.

There are a couple of car chases, including one at the end which is pretty great, but by the time the movie gets there you'll want to go play in traffic.

Anyway, we're only going to be showing one of the two movies—and it ain't the one with Rose McGowan as a stripper with the gun-leg thing.

Yes, yes, we know—your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Mike Spiegelman, and Geekboy are just jealous. Yeah, that must be it.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

(sin city)

Long overdue for a critical evaluation, this film is unfairly marginalized in Martin Scorsese's oeuvre as another generic mob movie.

Released in 1995 between The Age of Innocence and Kundun, the presence of Robert DeNiro and Joe Pesci playing characters superficially similar to their characters from GoodFellas often results in an unfair charge of being a retread of that picture.
"my forehead vein will kick your ass."

In fact, it's a powerful and sobering look at loyalty and honor among thieves set against a the backdrop of Las Vegas during its mob-run heyday. It's also a portrait of unchanging men in a changing world, similar in theme to Sam Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch—which is homaged by the presence of character actor and Peckinpah regular L.Q. Jones.

The true revelation is found in the performance of Sharon Stone, who brings a subtlety and nuance to her character which—

Oh, hell. Scratch that. Wrong movie.

This is the one by Robert Rodiguez starring Bruce Willis and Mickey Rourke (what the hell?), based on a comic book by Frank Miller, with Quentin Tarantino listed as "Special Guest Director." And what movie wouldn't benefit from the addition of a director whose specialty is people sitting around talking about nothing at all for what feels like hours at a time?

Our bad. Never mind.

Hosted by Jim Fournaidis, Geekboy, John Harrison and other yellow bastards.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

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(four rooms)

It went like this.

Alexandre Rockwell (who?) won the Sundance Grand Jury Prize in 1992 for In the Soup. Yeah, we've never heard of it, either. Among the films it beat out was Reservoir Dogs, by some lantern-jawed schmuck.

Said lantern-jawed schmuck's next movie, Pulp Fiction, is a big hit. (Everyone in the universe loved it except for Sherilyn, who found it boring and pointless, and whose fondest memory of it seeing it in the theater was the trailer for Clerks beforehand.) He becomes a cultural icon, and the next movie by Alexandre Rockwell (who?) doesn't do so well.
"my career?

But Rockwell (who?) gets a brilliant idea: he and the lantern-jawed schmuck will codirect a film together with two other indie directors, Robert Rodriguez and Allison Anders (who?). Even better, they'll each direct a segment, in the tradition of classic anthology movies such! The 1983 Emilio Estevez classic Nightmares, which Tarantino could surely expond at length about, or the neo-blaxploitation horror classic Tales from the Hood. Okay, sure, it came out six months earlier, but still. Could have happened.

And they'd get actors who've worked with them before and/or owe them favors (Antonio Banderas, Tim Roth) and actresses with whom they were involved with and/or wanted to fuck (Jennifer Beals, Madonna). Add in some wacky hijinks, and whaddaya got?

A really, really, really bad movie. Man, it is just so not good, and it was a big flop besides.

Rodriguez and the lantern-jawed schmuck kept making movies that people heard of, much to the delight of Bad Movie Night audiences. The other two were they, again?

Half-off admission if you bring a towel stolen from a hotel.

Your SRO hosts are Sherilyn Connelly, Mike Spiegelman, and birthday girl Rimma Dreyband.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

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(from dusk till dawn)

George Clooney is my boyfriend.

Shut up! Yes, he is is!

Stop looking at him! I saw him first!

Jim Fourniadis and his cohosts better stop looking at my boyfriend.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

(full-tilt boogie)

Rodriguez/Tarantino month begins the way it will end: with a whimper.

This isn't so much a movie as a vanity project, and not in the way that Catwoman or Battlefield Earth were, either. It's more like Glitter.

This is a documentary shot during the making of From Dusk Till Dawn to show what geniuses Tarantino and friends are. Mostly, except for Rodriguez, they just come off like assholes.

Yeah, I know. Quentin Tarantino? An asshole? Alert Ripley.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Mike Spiegelman and Geekboy are not Teamsters.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

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(superman iii)

Most sci-fi geeks know that Eddie Murphy was almost in Star Trek IV.

Wiser heads prevailed; Paramount realized that smooshing two of their golden geese together wasn't such a swell, idea, and Murphy decided to make The Golden Child instead. (We'll get to that in our inevitable Eddie Murphy month.)
"freebasing is still a better high."

By all accounts, however, it didn't occur to anyone that shoehorning a comedian into an existing sci-fi franchise had already proven to be a bad idea.

Five words: Richard Pryor in Superman III.

Ol' Jo Jo Dancer plays a wacky computer genius who...oh, does it really matter? It's a Richard Pryor comedy with Superman in it here and there, not to mention Clark Kent's mom from Smallville playing grown-up Clark's love interest. Ah, the MILFy goodness.

In the ultimate dis, Pryor received a then-astronomical four million dollars to be in the movie, yet when the film was recently re-released on DVD, he was notably absent from the cover. Hell, even Nuclear Man is on the Superman IV cover.

I guess they know what the kids really wanna see is Robert Vaughn with an open shirt. Still, that's gotta hurt. It's a good thing Pryor's dead.

In addition to wheelchair jokes (Sherilyn was in a wheelchair for a year, so that makes it all right), freebasing and self-immolation jokes are encouraged.

Richard would have wanted it that way.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis and Geekboy ate the brown Kryptonite.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

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(superman iv: the quest for peace)

When the mighty fall, they fall hard. And we're there to point and laugh.

The first two Superman movies were hits, both financially and critically. The third? Not so much on either score. (We'll get to that one next week.)

The original producers as well as the stars were sick of making the movies by that point, so Warner Bros. gave a decent budget and the keys to the series to Bad Movie Night's favorite studio: low-budget schlockmeisters Golan-Globus, at Cannon Films.
pillow fight!

They lured Christopher Reeve back by allowing him to have story input, resulting in a crypto-fascist tale in which Superman decides to rid the world of nuclear weapons. They got Gene Hackman back by giving him a lot of money. Scratch that: a lot of money.

So where did the rest of the money go?

According to Christopher Reeve (I forget where I read this, but it was on the internet, so it must be true), Golan-Globus siphoned off at least half of the budget to other projects, such as previous Bad Movie Night feature Masters of the Universe. Hey, keeping Billy Barty's trailer supplied with hookers and blow ain't cheap. You try it sometime.

Wherever the money went, it ain't on the screen. Though the strings holding up Nuclear Man are.

Oh, yeah. The Big Bad? Nuclear Man. Played by Mark Pillow.

This can't possibly be emphasized enough: Nuclear Man. Played by Mark Freakin' Pillow.

We love you, Golan-Globus.

With vintage Superman cartoons The Mechanical Monsters and The Japoteurs.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband, and Phil Darnowsky will be armed with Kryptonite snark.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

(mighty morphin power rangers: the movie)

The Pink Ranger (not pictured above) is a hottie.

Whew! Glad we got that out of the way.
pink ranger: strasberg grad. seriously.

As we discussed at length when we did Masters of the Universe, children's teevee has long been nothing but commericals for toys. One parental advocacy group is even upset that toys based on Michael Bay's Transformers movie are being marketed to children.

Think about that one for a sec.

Anyhow. Back in the day, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers got a lot of flak for being a super-cheaply shot show about kids in colored spandex fighting off guys in rubber monster suits, all of which was intended to sell action figures and stuff. Which happened to be the truth.

So, when the inevitable movie (no more spandex, much to our beloved Rhiannon's chagrin) went to video, the producers tried to play it safe by putting the "theme" of the movie right at the top of the box, as if to say to parents, "See? We're not just selling junk? It has a message and stuff!"

Yeah. That worked.

The teamwork power of your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Geekboy, and Rhiannon Charisse will not overcome this bad, bad movie.

Sunday, August 5, 2007


Some movies, you want to like.

We'd all been looking forward to the Catwoman movie ever since that last shot in Batman Returns.

This was also the first time a woman of color was the star of a big-budget action/adventure movie.
"would you like rice or pitof with that?"

And the woman was Oscar-winner Halle Berry, for Pete's sake. (We'll ignore for the moment the fact that the phrase "Oscar-winner" is also applicable to Cuba Gooding, Jr. and Jack Palance.) So what could go wrong?

Maybe a bad script, a ridiculous costume, Sharon Stone as the villain, and a Frenchy-pants one-word-named director called Pitof.

Seriously. Pitof? Is anyone else suddenly in the mood for tabouli, or it just me?

But we shouldn't make fun of his stupid name. Or his stubble.

Instead, we'll just make fun of his stupid movie, a big stinky cinematic hairball which was one of the biggest flops of 2004, barely earning half its $85M budget back. It's a safe bet that Beyoncé won't be playing Wonder Woman anytime soon.

At the 2005 Razzies, Catwoman won Worst Actress, Worst Director, Worst Picture and Worst Screenplay. Halle accepted her Razzie in person. She rules.

Even though Halle made it to the Razzies, Catwoman from Batman: The TV Show: The Play and Lucky from Lovesick: The Cat Allergy Musical both have better things to do, so your hosts will be Sherilyn Connelly, Maura Sipila, and Mike Spiegelman.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

(velvet goldmine)

As always, we at Bad Sexy Movie Night strive to bring you the worst sexiest movies ever made.

This time, we've outdone ourselves with the badness sexiness.

Set in the glam-rock period of the early seventies, a pre-Star Wars Ewan McGregor is a mashup of Iggy Pop and Lou Reed, with a bit of Kurt Cobain mixed in.
"like my saber, bruce?"

Jonathan Rhys Meyers (who?) as...oh, who cares? He played Elvis in a teevee movie once but, the really bad sexy part is—

A pre-Batman Christian Bale as a reporter who loves them both, but gets it on with Ewan McGregor.

That's right. Batman, Obi-Wan Kenobi, oh my...

Thus, we present a very bad sexy movie.

Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, John Harrison, and other Wylde Ratz of unusual size.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

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Duh. Sorry. That's from Flash Gordon. It's easy to get confused.

This is Alan Parker's movie about kids at the New York City High School for the Performing Arts in the late seventies, leading into that teevee series you vaguely remember. It's kind of a musical, and kind of not.

hey, we're dancin' here!
The weird part is that it is, as stated above, an Alan Parker film. His name tends to be associated with, shall we say, grittier movies—Angel Heart, Midnight Express, Mississippi Burning, that kind of thing.

Even Pink Floyd The Wall, which also falls into the "kind of a musical and kind of not" category. Stuff like the chest-shaving or Pink's hand going into the broken glass (owie!) at the end of "One of My Turns" puts it more into Angel Heart territory, to be sure.

But this same man also directed Evita, and this movie, and Bugsy Malone, in which teenagers Scott Baio and Jodie Foster play gangsters, and...yeah.

Be grateful it's only Fame.

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Sean Owens and John Harrison may not live to the end of this movie.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

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(electric boogaloo: breakin' 2)

Let's get this out of the way right now, shall we?

It's Electric Boogaloo: Breakin' 2, not Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo.

I don't care what the DVD or poster or even the title onscreen says, or that it was known as Breakdance 2 in foreign markets. The VHS box at the Video Zone in Fresno said Electric Boogaloo: Breakin' 2, and the VHS box is always right. Deal with it.

Anyway. Where were we?

i'm boogaloo
shrimp, and
you're not.
Oh, yeah. This movie.

If Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was made during the most Seventies-ish year of the Seventies (and, lordy, was it ever), then Electric Boogaloo is a product of the most Eighties-ish year of the Eighties, 1984.

And the only thing that screams "Eighties" more than breakdancing is Golan-Globus.

So, we bring you the second Golan-Globus breakdancing film.

Earplugs are recommended, because the neon clothes are LOUD.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband and Mike Spiegelman can pop and lock.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

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(kiss meets the phantom of the park)

The question from last week remains: what the hell was the deal with the Seventies?

The apocryphal story goes like this: KISS were the one of most popular bands in the world. (Okay, that part's not apocryphal.) Given their music and on-stage theatrics and general comic-book quality, making a movie seemed to be the next logical step. Kinda like Britney Spears a couple decades later with Crossroads.

They were offered the part of the Future Villain Band in last week's stinkburger, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

"i swear,
he said
he'd meet
us here..."
Gene and the boys declined, being able to tell from a mile away that the movie would suck.

Besides, they had egos as big as their boots. They wanted to be the stars, with their name in the title and everything.

So they made Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park instead.

Shot on location at Magic Mountain, and produced by Hanna-Barbera, who gave the world Scrappy-Doo.


Gotta go with the "cocaine" theory on this one, too.

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Geekboy and Sherilyn Connelly do not want to rock and roll all nite.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

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(sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band)

What the hell was the deal with the Seventies?

Seriously. The Fifties: postwar propserity leading to a xenophobia-induced, stifling conformity. Sucked at the time, but it makes enough sense.

The Sixties: a time of social upheaval, rebellion against the societal repressiveness of the Fifties, aided by the advent of readily available contraception and a public outcry against a war. Gotcha.

do you
feel like
he does?
Then, the Seventies. And this movie.

The Bee Gees and Peter Frampton as the band of the title, singing post-Revolver Beatles songs which have nothing to do with each other thematically or narratively, with George Burns (!) narrating the film as the Mayor of Heartland (!!), and even singing "Fixing a Hole" (the exclamation points have gone on strike).

Steve Martin singing "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." Alice Cooper doing "Because." The detective from all the Halloween movies singing "I Want You." All of this and more in 1978, the most Seventies-ish year of the Seventies.

What the hell? Seriously, what the hell was going on back then?

Besides the cocaine.

Actually, that explains everything. Forget we asked.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, KROB and Geekboy are not guaranteed a splendid time.

Red Alert --
HALE-BOPP Brings Closure to:

Sunday, June 24, 2007

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In the beginning—also known as the first Reagan Administration—there was Tron.

As a movie it tanked at the box office, but as an arcade game, it made a lot of money.

(The movie and game also instilled in Sherilyn a love of blacklight which remains to this day, and she takes pride in being the probably the only person alive who has a Tron poster in her bedroom yet still gets laid. But anyway—)

heavy metal
Around the same time, the first official Star Wars arcade game was also a big hit.

So, the logic went, if you make a movie which which is a shameless ripoff of Star Wars—an opening crawl, a mystical weapon, futuristic swordfights, a bland hero rescuing a feisty princess from a huge fortress while fending off waves of anonymous guards, wash rinse repeat—and make an arcade game ostensibly based on the movie while also being a clone of the Tron game, then you'll start raking in the dough, right?

Not so much, as it turns out.

Look on the bright side: at least we were spared Krull: Episode I: The Phantom Menace.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis, Misha Frenklak, Rey Zegri need their quarters to do laundry.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

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(flash gordon)

The best kinds of movies for us are the ones that fail miserably.

They set out to accomplish a specific goal, like being an exciting action-adventure (Batman and Robin), or following up a groundbreaking sci-fi epic (The Matrix Reloaded), or presenting a compelling tale of a guy getting the shit kicked out of him (The Passion of the Christ), or being scary (The Wicker Man), or generating a single laugh (Little Man), or being watchable (Lady in the Water).

And they screw it up.

But not this time.
not the hair.
not the hair.

This movie has but one goal: to be a big dumb stupid sci-fi adventure with a lunky towhead in the lead, a vapid leading lady, flying leather hawkmen, a fifty year-old Swede playing a vaguely Asian villain, and a theme song you can't forget if you were born before 1975.

It succeeds admirably.

This is quite possibly the most fun bad movie we've ever done, and like its titular (heh) hero, it doesn't have a brain in its pretty little head.

That's just the way we like 'em: blonde and dumb.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband, and Mikl-Em will save every one of us. Or not.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

(lost in space)

If you bought a DVD player around the turn of the century, there's a good chance you owned this movie.

Not that you wanted the movie; history has no record of anyone intentionally purchasing it.

Rather, they gave it away free with DVD players. Why? Two reasons.

Firstly, it's what the video geeks call a "reference disc"—it looks and sounds really damned good, and was great for showing off your bitchin' system, which would be obsolete within a year or two.
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it must be
the hair.

Secondly? It really sucks.

You probably tried watching it, thinking: "Big dumb sci-fi movie with lots of effects—how can it not be fun? It has that guy from Friends, Gary Oldman is always fun as the bad guy, and the teenage daughter is hot in a tousled, jailbaity kinda way." Okay, maybe only Sherilyn will admit to thinking that last part.

But, yeah. A very, very bad movie.

Damn near unwatchable, no matter how highfalutin' your machine.

Until you watch it with us.

Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, KROB, Pete Goldie, and 09 F9 11 02 9D 74 E3 5B D8 41 56 C5 63 56 88 C0.

Sunday, June 3, 2007


We somehow survived Razzie month. Basic Instinct 2. Little Man. The Wicker Man. Even Lady in the Water—the narf vs. scrunt movie, for frack's sake.

And now, the pain begins.

this man
wants to
hurt you.
Space Month brings you what may be (wait for it!) The Worst Movie Ever, from square-jawed director Michael Bay.

It's big and dumb and loud and expensive and makes no sense and the average shot length is 2.3 seconds, which means it just keeps












until you want to gouge your eyes out to make it stop.

And if that doesn't you suicidal, the animal-cracker sex will.

Ben Affleck. Liv Tyler. Liv Tyler's father on the soundtrack. And an animal cracker No. I can't even type it. Too horrible to type.

Not since The Passion of the Christ has a film created such a compelling argument for atheism.

Your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Jim Fourniadis and Mike Spiegelman sincerely apologize for the presence of Bruce Willis in this movie.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

(lady in the water)

Razzie Month slogs to an end with this double award winner:

Worst Supporting Actor, and Worst Director, both for director/writer/actor/egomaniac M. Night Shyamalan.

His movies have been hits, and they had their moments.

You gotta admit, the alien transmission coming through the baby monitor in Signs was pretty spooky. (And you just know that Mel Gibson was thinking to himself, "Well, the director's a godless heathen from a country that worships cows*, but at least he isn't a Jew.")

But when you think back on them, they're kinda slow and boring.

Not to mention when you're watching them.

Unless it's at Bad Movie Night. The movie's still slow and boring, but you have hosts with microphones in the front row making jokes, and you can shout stuff at the screen too.

And, for the record—she's not a fucking mermaid, okay? She's a narf. Get it right.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis, Kurt Weitzman, and John Harrison will prove that the sixth sense is snark.

* Neither M. Night Shyamlan nor the people of India worship cows. We know that. But Mel Gibson probably doesn't.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

(the wicker man)

Five Razzie Nominations. Five.

Worst Picture, Worst Actor, Worst Screenplay, Worst Remake and Worst Screen Couple.

How many did it win?

None. They wuz robbed!

Of course, there's no category for Worst Scene Of A Guy In a Bear Suit Hitting Women.

If there was, then this misogynistic, sexist, not-all-scary horror movie would have totally won.

Instead, Razzie month just keeps putting on a bear suits and kicking our asses.

Oh well. At least it isn't about Burning Man. Now that would be a horror movie.

Your hosts are Sherilyn Connelly, Mike Spiegelman, Chloe Ashton, and Maura Sipila. That's a whole lot of bitches!!!

Sunday, May 13, 2007

(little man)

We'll be good. We promise.

Just make it stop. Please.

We've taken on some real cine-stinkers at Bad Movie Night. We've looked celluloid crap right in the face and haven't blinked.

We even made Spy Kids 3-D and The Passion of the Christ tolerable.

But...Shawn Wayans as a midget criminal who pretends to be a baby?

No, no, no. This is not happening.

Look, we know this is Razzie Month, and this movie was nominated for Worst Picture and won Worst Actor, Worst Screen Couple, and Worst Remake/Rip-Off. Perfect for us.

But if we don't have to watch this movie, we promise never to make fun of another bad movie again, not even Michael Bay's upcoming Transformers movie, and...


On second thought, bring on the creepy CGI and poop jokes, the kicks to the groin and the Rob Schneider cameos. (Which is to say, the kicks to the groin.)

Give us your worst, Family Wayans. We can take it.

Your hosts Jim Fourniadis, Sherilyn Connelly, and Mike Spiegelman aren't scared. Nope, not one bit. No, really. Shut up! They are not! You don't know!

Sunday, May 6, 2007

(basic instinct 2)

Oh, wow. This is gonna hurt.

May is Razzie Month, in which we dishonor ourselves by showing the nominees for Worst Picture of 2006.

All of them except We can't speak the name. It's just too horrible. Blood will rain down if we do, and it's annoying enough having to sweep up the popcorn every night.

Anyway, we start off with the winner of Worst Picture, Worst Actress, Worst Actress, Worst Screenplay.

Is the movie really that bad?

Yes. It really is.

But, still—Sharon Stone just wanted to resurrect her career. Is that so wrong?

Yes. It really is.

By the time this one's over, you'll be wishing it was still Religion Month. You'll be begging us to show The Passion of the Christ again.

Every instinct your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Phil Darnowsky and Mike Spiegelman have are telling them to run very far away.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

(left behind)

In which the worst part of the end of the world is Kirk Cameron becoming an action hero.

Sure, he's a big born-again fundie now and helped the movie get made, but, come on. Kirk Cameron? They couldn't get Jeff Speakman? Billy Drago? Larry Drake? Anyone?

Based on an allegedly best-selling series of Evangelical Xtian books, God snatches up all the contest winners from Earth, and the kid from Growing Pains is stuck in, no, he's's...goddamnit, what's it called when everyone else goes somewhere and they don't bring you along?

Oh, right! He's not taken.

Meanwhile, hunky pilot Brad Johnson tries to convince his Hellbound daughter not to be so Hellbound.

The guy you hire when you can't afford Michael York because you spent all your money on Kirk Cameron and crappy CGI (or because Michael York already played The Antichrist in The Omega Code) is that adorable little Satan baby from The Passion of the Christ, all grown up and running the United Nations. Because they're evil and stuff.

And a few cars blow up. Oooh! Action!

It's not a very good movie. Just saying.

If you're taking public transportation to The Dark Room, be sure to get to the bus stop on time, or else you'll be...standing on the curb, waiting!

We're not even sure if your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Rhiannon Charisse, and Chloe Ashton were born once, let alone again.

Sunday, April 22, 2007


Because you can't have a month of religious films with only one Charlton Heston flick.

We tried. It can't be done.

What else does this movie have besides Chuck and his glower?

Miles and miles of gleaming glisteny pumped-up sweaty manflesh.

You kids who think that 300 is the last word on homoerotic skirt-and-sword epics? That's Sister Act compared to Ben-Hur.

This is the real thing, genuine greasey pectoral goodness, not frackin' CGI. It's like a COLT Studios muscle-worship video, but shot in 70mm and with a cameo by Jesus.

Fitting, really, for a story about two men who are in love, but can't admit it because one of them's Charlton Heston.

And we don't even have to tell you what the chariot race signifies.

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Mikl Em, and Geekboy wish they could quit you.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

(the passion of the christ)

From hunky director Mel Gibson: the movie which made extreme nonconsensual torture pr0n safe for the whole family.

If you want blood, you've got it.

But it's okay to watch, because Jesus is dying for your sins. Or something. The movie is remarkably light on the dogma and heavy on the flesh-ripping.

There are even those who would say it's kinda hot. You know who you are.

All we ask is that if it starts to feel like the return of Bad pr0n Night, please keep it in your pants. Or at least go into the restroom (down the hallway, Red Door on the Left™). Either way, clean up after yourself.

Meanwhile, we double-god dare you to ignore the gender/ethnic politics:

The Jews are hook-nosed villains.

Herod is queenier than Xerxes in 300—or Herod in Jesus Christ Superstar, for that matter.

And Satan is androgynous, because in Mel Gibson's world, nothing says "evil" more than not being entirely masculine or feminine.

Hey, at least we agree on something. Just look at Sherilyn.

Your hosts are the wabble: Sherilyn Connelly, Anomaly, and Phil Darnowsky.

Half price to anyone wearing official Passion of the Christ jewelry. Free if it's the nail pendant.

Easter Sunday, April 8, 2007

(the ten commandments)

What hath d0g wrought?

The religious part of April gets underway with The Ten Commandments.

Charlton Heston, all greasy and sweaty, before he turns into a hippie.

DeMille introducing his own damn movie. At least Spielberg settles for going on Oprah.

Anne Baxter rocking the Betty Page look something fierce. Mrrowr.

Yul Brynner sure is bald. Yep. That he is.

And the movie goes on forever. And ever. And keeps on going after that.

Don't worry, though. We've taken care of it. We've taken out the boring parts. Most of 'em.

This Easter, we prove that just because a movie is considered a classic doesn't mean it also can't suck.

Your golden calf-worshipping hosts are Jim Fourniadis, Mike Spiegelman, Sean Owens, and Elijah the Prophet. (Though that last guy always flakes.)

Sunday, April 1, 2007

(red dawn)

And so, it's come to this.

On March 27, 2005, Jim Fourniadis and Ty McKenzie unleashed Bad Movie Night on an unsuspecting world.

Damn. Two years of bad Sunday night movies. That's a hundred or so weeks of copyright violation love.

No one thought it would last. Some of you were hoping it wouldn't.

One friend of The Dark Room even said Bad Movie Night "just makes us all that much more stupid." And we don't disagree.

But your scorn fueled us, like the blood of Christian babies. Well, that fuels Sherilyn, anyway.

In honor of the haters (hello, haters!), we're bringing back the flick that started things off in those sepia-toned days: the 1984 paramilitary fantasy Red Dawn, in which multicultural Commies take over the US. Or at least a budget-friendly midwestern town.

Appropriately, it's happening on St. Stupid's Day. Come down after the parade and celebrate two years of Bad Movie Night making the world stupid for everyone.

Your hosts will be Jim Fourniadis, Sherilyn Connelly, John Hell, and ZOMG Teh Wolverines!!!11!!1

Sunday, March 25, 2007

(spy kids 3-d: game over)


Duh. Sorry. Got confused for a moment.

If the last few movies (Jaws 3-D, Friday the 13th Part 3: 3-D and Amityville 3-D) have taught us anything, it's that you shouldn't make a movie in 3-D just because it's the third in a series.

Or, more accurately, you shouldn't make a third movie in a series just so you can do it in 3-D.

Either way, nobody told Robert Rodriguez. He probably wouldn't have listened anyhow.

Putting Ricardo Montalban in a big rubber suit, or Sylvester Stallone playing multiple characters? Not such great ideas, either.

Don't even get us started on the pogo frogs. Just...don't.

Actually, do. Better yet, come on down and join us as we present Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over in actual 3-D. We'll provide those cheap cardboard glasses and everything.

Everything except a refund, that is.

Your hyperintelligent pandimensional hosts will be Jim Fourniadis, Alexia Staniotes, and Sherilyn Connelly.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

(amityville 3-d)

Amidst all the slasher and monster films of the early eighties, one venerable horror genre retained its venerability: the haunted house movie.

Until Poltergeist, that is. After the scene with the guy ripping off his face, flies and voices saying "Get out!" just didn't seem so scary any more. (Not that they were scary in the first place.)

In fact, there wasn't much point to making haunted house movies at all...

...except to cash in on the current 3-D craze. And if your stupid haunted house series was about to hit number three anyway...

Therefore, we present Amityville 3-D.

Sadly [sic], it hasn't been released on video in 3-D, and Meg Ryan had all the existing film prints destroyed.

But your hosts Sherilyn Connelly and Maura Sipila will prove that the third dimension is snark.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

(friday the 13th part 3: 3-d)

This is what happened. Horror films experienced a resurgence in the late seventies. The most form was the "slasher" picture, which involved teenagers getting stalked and killed by a killer. (As opposed to what? Killing is what killers do, y'know.)

By the early eighties the cycle was running dry, and the producers were desperate for some new gimmick to put asses in seats.

Instead, they went with an old gimmick: 3-D.

Twenty-five years later, the producers of Bad Movie Night were desperate for some new gimmick to put asses in seats, and...

Well, you know the rest.

Unfortunately, Friday the 13th Part 3: 3-D is not available on video in 3-D. But eyeballs will fly off the screen, oh yes they will. (Image stolen from X-Entertainment.)

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Geekboy, and Pete Goldie take up nine dimensions.

Sunday, March 3, 2007

(jaws 3-d)

We warned you it was coming, but you didn't believe us! Why didn't you believe us?

3-D Month: four bad sequels which were originally released in 3-D because they were the third in the series. I guess they figured "Friday the 13th Part 4: 3-D" just wouldn't have the same ring.

Unfortunately, Jaws 3-D (sneakily retitled Jaws III after it sank at the theaters) has not been released on video in 3-D.

But you still get lots of poorly bluescreened stuff swimming/floating/pointing at the camera.

Not to mention Dennis Quaid and Louis Gossett, Jr.

And maybe, just maybe, that's enough.

Your hosts are Sherilyn Connelly and her chum(s), Mikl-Em and Geekboy.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

(mortal kombat)

Some people have said to us, "You should do the second Mortal Kombat movie! That was the bad one!"

Damn. Y'all got some seriously fucked-up ideas about what qualifies as a good movie.

In addition to being the second highest-grossing video game movie after Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (which we'll get to, oh yes we will), Mortal Kombat's soundtrack went platinum on the Billboard charts.

The Batman & Robin soundtrack was a big hit, too. Just sayin'.

The opening theme is a generic techno track with some guy shouting "Mortal Kombat!", just in case you can't read the title on the screen. And if you aren't illiterate before watching this movie, it's a safe bet you will be when it's over.

(We're all in agreement that the best fighting game ever was Karateka, right? Right.)

Your hosts are Jim Fourniadis, John Harrison, Sean Owens and other Slurpee-wielding nerds.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

(masters of the universe)

1969: ABC airs a cartoon based on Hot Wheels. The FCC says: "Crazy, man! This is just a 30-minute toy commercial! That's not very groovy!" Or words to that effect.

1974: The FCC's "Children's Television Policy Statement and Report" says there can be no more no more than 9.5 minutes of commercials during prime time, and 12 minutes duing non-prime time. What's more, the programming should be educational, thus ensuring Morgan Freeman would find work in the seventies.

1981: The Great Space Coaster premieres, leading some to suspect that educational children's programming is not necessarily a good thing.

1983: In response to the Gary Gnu Crisis, the FCC says: "Fuck it! Make the shows one big commercial if you want! Where's the blow?" Later that year, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe premieres. It is, in fact, one big commercial. Other toy-based shows such as The Transformers and G.I. Joe follow.

1985: He-Man and the Masters of the Universe goes off the air.

1987: Two years after anybody stopped caring, a live-action movie is made starring Dolph Lundgren as He-Man. For some reason, his character's name is removed from the title. The movie sucks, probably because it was made by Golan-Globus. Unlike the upcoming twenty-years-after-the-fact Transformers movie, which will suck because it was made by Michael Bay.

2007: Bad Movie Night does Masters of the Universe, because we still care. (Keep an eye on our schedule for Michael Bay's Transformers movie later this year.)

Your hosts are Sherilyn Connelly, Rimma Dreyband, Phil Darnowsky, and no gnus.

Sunday, February 11, 2007


Last week, we did Doom. This week, it's Dune. Get it?

Doom. Dune. Doom. Dune. Uma. Oprah.

Anyway, David Lynch turned down Return of the Jedi to direct this movie. Jedi was gonna suck no matter what, but if Lynch had directed it, at least the Ewoks would have talked backwards and danced.

Instead, he made Dune...which also sucked. Even with Sting in blue plastic Speedo.

Singing the Doom Song is still encouraged.

Your hosts Jim Fournaidis, Mikl-Em, and Sam Shaw can quit the Spice. They just don't want to.

January 28, 2007

The Matrix Reloaded

Keanu Reeves flies, Carrie-Anne Moss falls, Laurence Fishburne preaches (and slams doors on albinos), Jada Pinkett-Smith pledges never to board a Cessna 404, Monica Bellucci shows her pixellated cooch, and the Wachowskis make the most incomprehensible movie ever.

The MTV Movie Awards spoof was pretty funny, though. Just sayin'.

Your hosts will be Agent Fourniadis, Agent Geekboy, Agent Harrison, and a spoon.

January 21, 2007

Batman and Robin

This franchise-killer is not the worst movie ever made.

But it really wants to be.

It tries so hard, and it damn near succeeds. You gotta respect that.

Come join your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, John Harrison, and Robin stand-in Alexia Staniotes as they tweak the Batsuit's nipples.

January 14, 2007

Police Academy

From the beginning of Bad Movie Night, from when Joel and the 'bots first took over the KTMA studios, from Ghoulardi's first snark, there have been people who whine complain object to the very premise. They say you shouldn't make fun of movies. That all movies deserve respect.

To those people, we say:

Police. Academy.

Sunday night, January 14, 2007. The Dark Room.

Be there. We dare you.

Jim Fourniadis, Mike Spiegelman, Gerri Lawlor and a really bad movie will be waiting.

January 7, 2007

Snakes on a Plane

You heard about it. You laughed about it. You probably even blogged about it, you motherfuckin' nerd.

But you didn't actually pay ten bucks to see it, did you?

Didn't think so.

It's a much better movie for five bucks with your hosts Sherilyn Connelly, Jim Fourniadis and Anamoly (and her motherfuckin' snakes!).