A friend recently reminded me that he couldn’t always trust my opinion about movies. See, I like things that are good, things that are so bad that they’re good, and things that are just bad. Another friend likes to point out that I seem to like every movie I see. That friend is wrong because there are movies I watch that I don’t like. For example, I started watching The Muppet’s Wizard of Oz once because I love both the Muppets and The Wizard of Oz. I thought a combination of the two would be awesome.
I thought wrong.
I didn’t make it very far into the made-for-TV atrocity before I had to turn it off to save what is left of my sanity and love for the source materials. Another movie I wasn’t fond of in more recent memory was The Lone Ranger. You know. The one that everyone was up in arms about. My mom liked it better than Pacific Rim (words have been exchanged over this fact), but I just didn’t like it. It rubbed me the wrong way.
Admittedly, it’s not that easy for me to name movies that I just didn’t like or that I simply hated it. I’ve discovered that I have a remarkably low bar for entertainment. See, the way I look at it is that movies have one basic purpose: entertainment. If a movie entertains me, I’m not going to hate it. Of course, some movies are meant more as a form of education, but generally, movies are supposed to entertain.
Now, I’m easy to entertain. I’m not going to lie. It helps a lot when dealing with boring life tasks. As long as I can find a reason to be amused, I’m a-okay with a lot of stuff. Beyond entertainment, I know what makes a movie good and what makes a movie bad and what makes a movie that’s so bad it’s good. I’m working on trying to find ways to articulate the quality of a movie as a separate entity from its entertainment value.
Yes, I like crappy things. I’m shameless about the fact that I enjoy listening to Nickelback and get a kick out of the awful movies on the SyFy Channel. I can watch things and know why people aren’t going to like it. I know that I’m probably one of the few people who will chuckle at some of the random moments in Only Lovers Left Alive.
So, yes, I like things that are crappy. If I’m amused or entertained, I like a thing. I feel no guilt associated with that. I don’t believe in the concept of guilty pleasures. Why, yes, I will gleefully listen to Backstreet Boys on my iPod and sing along to songs that remind me of days gone by. I will roll down my windows and share this music with the rest of the world. When I figure out how to do something similar with movies, I’ll let you know how that goes.
Folks, embrace the things you enjoy. Don’t let people’s dislikes taint the things you love. Join me in the glee of loving crappy things. Not everything fun is award-worthy and not everything award-worthy is fun.