Watching shit movies with your great son

A couple of summers ago we kept a family chart of the movies we’d watched, with room for a 1-to-10 grading scale.

The films were all pretty solid, and ranged from Titanic and The Truman Show to Grease and the Annie remake. It was a fun way to bond and engaged and all that stuff.

Anyhow, this summer we’re taking a different approach. Emmett, my 10-year-old son, has decided the two of us will host a season-long shit movie series—where we only watch the absolute worst films available. It began a few days ago with “Batman and Robin,” a truly heinous ball of liquid crap that recently brought forth an apology from the director, Joel Schumacher.

This afternoon, it was time for movie No. 2: “From Justin to Kelly.”

Now, to be clear, “From Justin to Kelly” isn’t nearly as awful as “Batman and Robin,” though I’m not entirely sure why I say that. Emmett found the flick to be delightfully tragic, what with its nonsensical dialogue, its brutal songs, its hovercraft race. Actually, what’s happening is my son is learning the joy of bad; the concept that something can be brilliant in its. crapitude.

Here’s his review, if you’re interested …

Anyhow, we’re looking for more films to watch. Suggestions, anyone?