hormones are fun!

so i've decided to release my inner critic and indulge in a bad movie orgy*



some of my favorite bad movies ever**:

1. girls just want to have fun

2. witchboard

3. beastmaster***



i truly thought that the wonderfully awful campy film genre had died in the 80's. at the stroke of midnight on december 31st 1989, the bad movie god lay down his septer and passed quietly into the night.



but a surprise awaited me on the EWAM! channel on this blustery december night:


HONEY



now, don't get me wrong. the only reason i did not immediately turn this off is (see*) that jessica alba is extremely fucking hot****


so i watch, blindly, not really seeing the cheesy horror, the predictably feel goodishness of it all, until the- gasp- end-



ohdeargodtheendofhoneymademecry




no- please do not reread that statement. i have rarely been SO ASHAMED of anything in my life.


it was the hormones















*ok, so i'm tired and too lazy to search for something better to watch tonight. in general, i shun the bad movie genre (except the gleefully cheesiest. delish!). shun!

**please note, these are all films from the eighties. so i'm dating myself. whatevs. see above for the reason for my malaise.

***honorable mention: chorus line, neverending story, labarynth, the craft*****

****jessica alba = ultimate gym motivation

*****omigosh- that one is from the 90's- hooray!******

******it's a sign from the bad movie god- bad movie jesus!

ahhhhhhhhhh!
meeeeennnnn!