Guilty Pleasures

There are times when only a hardcore vegging session will do. Last night was one of those times. I assumed the position on my sofa, snuggled under my red blanky and began channel surfing. My regular fare of crime drama were on repeats and I flicked to the Sci Fi Channel.

There Megashark vs Giant Octopus was waiting. Truly. How could I not watch this to the end? I moved enough to send Boy a text to tell him the crappiest film ever was on. He came downstairs and poked his head around the door, draped himself on the futon and promptly fell asleep. Please be aware, that is his normal late night viewing habit, not a damning indictment of the film. He's not proud, he'll fall asleep during anything. It's like Pavlovian reaction, he watches a dvd stretched out on the futon, he's snoozing.

This was car crash television at it's best. I could have been in a lecture theatre, attending 'How Not to Make a Movie 101'. But despite it's awfulness, I had to watch it to the very end. In my head I was compiling it's list of faults. I think they found a book of Cliches and incorporated each and everyone into the script: plot and dialogue. They must have been operating on a budget the scale of my last paycheck, because quite frankly the sets were appalling, the special effects laughable and couldn't they have at least hired some actors? I've seen less wooden performances in an MFI showroom. My favourite moment happened early on when the 'Mega Shark' lept thousands of feet into the air and ate a plane. I was rolling around the floor in pain.

There's just something so appealling about a truly awful movie. I know I'll never get back the 1 hour and 40 minutes again, but it was worth it, just for the laughs. It certainly beat the current trend of mainstream television's endless parade of reality television.

However, I did pass on Komodo vs Cobra. I'd had enough excitement for one night.