This was well-written, and I enjoyed a huge hunk of it, especially since I also love bad movies. I felt as if the author was getting somewhere. And then. And t

This was well-written, and I enjoyed a huge hunk of it, especially since I also love bad movies. I felt as if the author was getting somewhere. And then. And then we got to meandering about mid-text. Like watching a blind pig in the backyard looking for an acorn, I was rooting for the author and felt we would get somewhere useful at some time. I did not feel that we arrived there. Or rather, perhaps, we were so befuddled by the time we revisited the author and his dad that all was left was some general feeling of pathos that loving bad movies invokes. This is a clear thesis that did not require us visiting the myriad places we visited along the way. Bad movies show us we all suck. Everybody makes mistakes. When a life, or a movie, is done with passion, sometimes that suckage transcends mere badness and leaves us all a bit wiser and happier. I'm glad I read it, but holy hell it needed a better editor.