There’s a comfort in watching crappy movies, because you can always assume that it’s bad and you can concentrate on finding the gems. And then there’s the campy stuff that you can’t help but love. The silent agreement that “this is what the audience wants” and the response from the audience that “yes, this is in fact what I imagine that someone thinks that I want.” Or maybe I’m just getting old and have had a change of standards.
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