I am a big fan of all kinds of “bad” cinema: big-budget Hollywood disasters, Wingnut Internet conspiracy documentaries, straight-to-video Nigerian morality plays, canine martial arts movies, Nic Cage vehicles, and especially grind house exploitation fodder of every sort. Some of the pleasure I get from grind house movies comes from an MST3K-ish sort of superficial irony, but I have a deep, genuine appreciation for much of it. I genuinely admire the audaciousness, the transgression, and the drive to squeeze the maximum amount of outrageousness out of every budgeted dollar that this kind of filmmaking embodies.

But the moments that deliver this kind of transcendence tend to come amid a whole lot of straight-up awfulness. You generally have to wade through a lot of shit before you get to the jet pack fight or whatever.