…Where do I even begin?
If I have one flaw as a moviegoer (one flaw, ha!) its that when I hear about a movie being spectacularly bad, I feel the impulse to seek it out. I’m not sure why that is, but it’s something I’ve just accepted about myself. Sometimes this works out great; The Room has brought me massive amounts of joy since I first saw it years ago, and any person who can watch Troll 2 without laughing has no sense of humor.
But, more often than not, it doesn’t work out too well for me, because…well I wind up seeing movies that completely terrible. And I can’t recall any time this impulse has caused me more pain than when Jack and Jill won all the Razzies and I immediately decided I needed to see it. So I figured that, no matter how bad this was supposed to be, it could not possibly be worse than that.