But, barely.
One of those truly bad movies, bizarrely bad movies, titanically bad movies, that become works of bad art. If only it had been deliberate, rather than just inept, muddled, idiotic, incoherent, nihilistic, and unfunny...sort of an in joke in terms of talent, satire, and humor, you know SNL for the last ten years, but no...it's just bad. But, I stayed to the end. I had too, I had to ride that runaway train all the waaaaay down. And, when it crashed at the end, or more accurately petered out having done nothing, signified nothing, defined nothing in terms of any reason to see the movie...I, the only person in the theater walked out. Satisfied that I had just been part a cultural touchpoint to be referred to when searching for 'bad' synonyms in bars for the rest of my life. Indeed, now that I think about 'Beach Bum' it is so bad it might become a cult classic. The Planet Nine From Outer Space for our times.
Review of The Beach Bum
