My better half and I love a good shit movie. The laughably bad sort, that demonstrates how effortlessly good actors put across character and feelings by showing the other end of the skill spectrum. Where the special effects budget was slightly less than the price of a small popcorn from a multiplex cinema: “Would you like a small popcorn, sir?” “No, thanks. I’m making a shit movie later.”
Last night’s effort: 500 MPH Storm. Awesome in all the wrong ways.





