Bristol Bad Film Club was founded by Timon Singh and Tim Popple. It was set up because we believe that bad films are best enjoyed as a group experience, and this is something we want to share with our beloved city.
Because we are doing this purely for fun, all profits from the screenings go towards a selected charity or fundraising effort.
(Please note, we are completely separate from the excellent Bad Film Club – if you have the means to see one of their screenings, you really must. They are so choice.)
Bristol born and bred, full time film geek, former contributor to Den of Geek and Cineworld Magazine.
What movie first prompted your love of ‘bad films’: The thing I love about bad films is that they are not afraid to go completely out there with their ideas and concepts. About 10 years ago, I was in a Blockbuster Video (remember those!) and I saw Boa and in big letters above a snarling giant snake it said ‘Dean Cain’.
I thought ‘Superman vs a giant snake?! Sold’ – but then I read the back and my mind was blown.
“It is the dawn of the new millennium, and the world’s first international highest security prison, designed to house some of the most dangerous criminals in history has been built deep in the Antarctic. Designated only as ‘Facility Number 1’, the prison is considered entirely escape proof and those incarcerated there thought they were all alone – until now.
Why they are about to discover is that the icy tundra houses more than the deadly criminals at Facility Number 1 – a giant and deadly man eating snake that has lay dormant for centuries has been awoken by the human presence and has a voracious appetite for human flesh. As the prehistoric slaughter begins, everyone in the prison must fight to escape the paralysing jaws of the deadly BOA!”
A giant snake. In the Antarctic. Under a futuristic prison. And only Superman can save the day. My life changed that evening. Strangely, it’s since been re-released as New Alcatraz.
Favourite genre of bad film: I love a good ‘creature feature’, but most, like Sharknado, are deliberately tongue-in-cheek which ruins half the run. For me, the rise of VHS in the 80s led to a influx of crap action movies that have never been ‘bettered’.
The ‘best’ bad film: Shark Attack 3: Megaladon. It has everything. Poor CGI. Dodgy Mexican actors. A shark swallowing a jet ski. John Barrowman in an awkward sex scene. It’s glorious.
Most awesome example of dire-alogue: The entire flower shop scene from The Room. Once you’ve seen it, you can’t un-see it.
Self-confessed film geek, lover of bad puns. I am slowly introducing my children to the wonders (and horrors) that cinema has to offer.
What movie first prompted your love of ‘bad films’: I grew up watching trash like Condorman and Masters of the Universe, I never considered them as Bad Films. They’re just bad films that I love. But therein was sown the seeds of today’s love of bad films. And then, one day, I saw a film simply entitled Crocodile. I looked, bemused, at the back of the box, as I have an abiding fascination with crocs. And there, to my surprise, was the director’s name: Tobe Hooper. Surely not? The director of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and Poltergeist making schlock? Say it ain’t so.
(It was so.)
And it was gloriously, horribly bad. As bargain basement cliché as you can get; bad acting, worse effects, pitiful dialogue. The mighty had fallen so very, very far, and I was hooked.
Favourite genre of bad film: Creature feature is the most prevalent genre, and is the most ripe for the one-two punch of bad acting, bad effects.
The ‘best’ bad film: Is there anything more horribly glorious than The Room? It tears me apart.
Most awesome example of dire-alogue: Ironically not coming from a Bad Film per se, but the best example of horrible line delivery comes in A View To A Kill, when a poor extra is lumbered with delivering a reply to Christopher Walken’s question of whether he had seen anyone. He replies, “no. I saw no one”, in a delivery more wooden than Sherwood Forest.