I Love B-Movies
I love B-movies. Since my first encounter with some over sized thing wandering out of the ocean and laying waste to what ever was around, I have been addicted. My summers were spent laid out on the couch in front of WPGH channel 53 - back when UHF wasn’t just a Weird Al movie, it was my Sunday ticket to the fantastic. Mind you, I didn’t have cable. I didn’t have a VCR. But I did have a slew of schlock thanks to channel 53. And oh how I fell in love with the craptaculus.
Then my parents bought a VCR and with it came the discovery of direct to video B-movies. Surf Nazi’s Must Die! The Toxic Avenger! Red Eye! anything that had a whacked out cover and insanity on magnetic tape straddling two black plastic reels. Way back then, it was our version of movies on demand. As long as I could convince my parents (or more likely a friend’s parent) to rent it, I could watch a B-movie almost at anytime. And my best friend and I would hole up and watch the worst of the worst.
The day I discovered MST3K, I coined the phrase, “WTF”. Words to express my joy were coming too slowly. Only the swiftness of letters could convey my impressed surprise. Here were people so passionate about B-movies, they made a living watching them. Yes, they were making fun of them too, but really, you can’t go 8+ seasons over 2 networks and 2 hosts and not just absolutely love the material you’re working with. Even in jest.
As I grew so did my love for B-movies. I began seeing them as more than title confusion money grabs. Or poor imitations of the real thing. I started to see the risks one could take with a B-movie. The genre splicing. The ridiculous fun because no one really gave a fuck about it. And a lot of people cut their teeth on with B-movies. It was a first rung of the Hollywood shoots and ladder game. But mostly B-movies are the outsiders, the underdogs, the nerds of the Industry insider party. And I get that. B-movies are having fun being who they are and I love them for that.