Here's a prisonyard fight scene, to get you in the mood. (They cut out the part where the blonde removes her shirt (while in the mud puddle) and uses it like a sling to attack the leather-clad dominatrix-type that she's fighting. It's a very forward-thinking prison, when it comes to dress codes:
This show never fails to amuse the hell out of me!
It used to be Shack Out on 101, but a couple of years ago the wife and I saw a movie on TCM which truly boggled our minds and forever changed my understanding of the concepts "terrible" and "awesome": Father is a Prince. The film starts off with a pitch from a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman which lasts for what seems like a full hour, and it goes sharply downhill from there.
The chief source of the terribleness (which confuses the mind to such a degree that one begins mixing it up with awesomeness) is that the movie never quite makes up its mind if it's a drama or a comedy. For example, there are all sorts of zany Leave It to Beaver-type shenanigans, such as when junior puts an ice cream cone in his back pocket or hides his pet frog in his dad's best wingtips, but somewhat less zany is his sister's nervous breakdown and the titular father's bullying and browbeating of his entire family and whatever strangers happen to be passing by. It's sort of like a cross between The Brady Bunch and The Great Santini, but not in a good way.
In the end the poor mother has been working so hard to keep her demanding hubby happy that she succumbs to a mysterious and unspecified Lady Disease (hysterical pregnancy? bruised ovaries? the vapors?), all because her cheap-ass husband refused to hire a maid to help her out around the house (and let me note that this led to some pointed questions from my own wife). Emergency surgery is scheduled, and it's all quite touch-and-go for a while.
In the end I was convinced that it was a accidental surrealist masterpiece, and I only wish that Luis Buñuel had lived long enough to direct a remake.
I have a particular fondness for three and a story for why...
I had a job that I had to track motion data on a film (matchmoving). I kind of liked it, but it was tedious in a way that didn't really require much brain power... Adjust the tracker, shuttle a frame forward and back, adjust the tracker, wait for the computer to check your results, repeat... For 10-12 hours a day for 6 days a week for 6 months.
It was soul crushing at first. But then the other guys shared a company secret. There was a movie library available on the intraweb and they'd watch (mostly listen to) movies all day long while doing this. I watched bunches of good and bad movies.
But on Friday's I came up with a schedule of movies that I'd go through to celebrate the end of the week (or at least the count down to the company sanctioned Friday beer o'clock). Even though the movies were down right not good (which is ironically often worse than out right bad), they have become ingrained in that feeling of "the worst of the week is over and you're about to get some drinks...", and if I'm home sick on a Friday I may watch them all.
It'd go like this on Fridays: Grab a bagel and some tea Go back to my seat and start work Start The Hobbit (the 1970's animated one) Eat lunch, post some stuff here Return to work Start Rush Hour (yeah, that one with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker) Finish up the day with Rush Hour 2 (yup, the sequel) Beer O'clock!
Sometimes I actually felt bad when work had distracted me enough that I hadn't been able to finish the movies as scheduled.