Older, Wiser, Still a Cinemasochist

Eric's having a birthday today, out in LA where he is doubtless meeting with major studio executives to pitch his idea for a Merchant-Ivory-type Victorian period piece with sweeping vistas of a meticulously reconstructed, late 19th century Bridgeport, Connecticut and zombies, starring Paris Hilton, a dwarf goat, an electrically reanimated Edward G. Robinson, and a boatload of pirhanas. Good luck, Eric!

This gives me a couple days to go shopping for a suitable birthday gift before we head out this weekend for the movies. I'll have to find him something to make up for the torture he suffered at the hands of the makers of Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest. More about that to follow soon.

Have a cine-craptastic birthday Eric!

The Story Thus Far

The origins of the Crappy Film Society are perhaps as ancient and lofty as those of moving pictures themselves. It is not unreasonable to suppose that, from the first moment our ancestral moviegoers walked into a cinema, at least one of them asked with dismay, "I spent a whole nickel? On that piece of crap?"

Much has changed since those early days: sound, special effects, John Travolta, while some other things remain the same: Charlie Kaufman's inability to write an ending, the needlessness of remaking old movies, and the sheer joy of seeing a zombie horde attack civilization.

The Crappy Film Society has humble origins: it began when two guys, Colin and Eric, went to see Adaptation in 2003 on the recommendation of some (unnamed) friends who told us that it was "good" and "enjoyable." It proved to be neither of those things. After an auspicious two acts and two hours, the audience was left taking a pretentious screenwriter popshot to the face in the last half-hour; the two guys left the theatre asking, "What happened to us?" and "I can't believe I spent $10 - on that!"

Vowing that we would never let that sort of thing happen to us again, we decided to purposefully and deliberately seek out terrible movies, in the hopes that, amid all the crap, we might find, if not redemption, at least something terribly funny. We seek out bad movies and watch them, so you don't have to.

These are the notes of our findings.