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In my life, I have encountered people who enjoy watching bad movies. I don’t mean that they have bad taste in movies, but that they revel in watching objectively terrible, often low-budget movies in an MST3K sort of way. I guess they find something endearing about the amateurish charm.
I mean, knock yourself out. But I’ve never quite understood this. I am going to die without watching all the movies I want to watch or reading all the books I want to read, so I couldn’t imagine taking time out of my life to watch something that I know is bad.
There are two exceptions, though.
The first is if it looks nice. If a movie is visually pleasing enough, I can sometimes overlook a stupid plot or annoying acting. I might turn off the sound,...