I seemed to have gotten into a bad-movie watching habit with one of my best friends. We’ve seen a good number of them, and really, if you’re in the right mood, they actually CAN turn into good movies.
For example… I saw Guesthouse Paradiso in the movie theater. It’s right up there with Plan 9 from outer space. Really, it’s that bad. But I thought it was hilarious. I cried while watching, nearly soiled myself and had a terrible muscle ache in my abdomen the next day.
See… I was in the right mood when I saw Guesthouse Paradiso.
Now… For my birthday my friend gave me Farce of the Penguins. You know, like March of the Penguins, but then a lot worse. I think it’s mainly because of Bob Saget. MAN! That guy just doesn’t have it. Full House was ok still, but America’s Funniest Homevideos… That was just sad. The man’s got no sense of humor, or at least, he has no clue how to be funny or bring things in a funny way.
Anyway… Farce of the Penguins is a movie I’ll have to watch again when I’m in that mood. Tonight it just didn’t do it for me.
Surprisingly, there WAS someone who it did something to.
Cassandra, our dear cat, couldn’t be dragged away from the tv. It was like she was reading the subtitles. And she was looking so intensively at the tv that it made watching the movie (or actually her) worthwile

Cassandra watching Farce of the Penguins

Cassandra watching Farce of the Penguins