Last week, Pajiba was host to an all-out bitchfest when I asked you to share which movies you hate that everyone else loves. Everyone who said Clue: You are wrong. Clue is wonderful. Everyone who said Titanic: You are wrong. No one actually loves Titanic. Titanic is shit. (So are TK’s opinions, I have learned.)
With that negativity out of our system, I think it’s time to turn things around a bit and consider those movies generally hated by the public that we ourselves genuinely, unironically love. I’d call them “guilty pleasures” if I felt guilty about liking Chappie. (I DO NOT.)
This time, we’re doing things a little differently. Instead of polling family/friends/fellow Pajiba writers, I’m going to milk you, the readers, for your sweet, sweet brain juice. Leave a comment with your top three “actually, I really do like this” movies, along with justification for your unpopular opinion, if you feel like it. If you want to mention only one or two films, that’s fine. I don’t care. I’m not your supervisor. I’ll get my spreadsheet mojo on, tally up the results, and share the Top 10 Pajiba Special Snowflake movies next week.
Please note that I’m not talking about “so bad it’s good” movies, i.e. films that you like in spite of (or maybe because of) the fact that they suck. Everyone likes Mortal Kombat. Mortal Kombat is an amazing film. I’m talking about movies that will earn you some serious side-eye if you admit to liking them in mixed company, like The Last Airbender or Spiderman 3 or anything Ridley Scott’s directed in the past five years.
I’ll start. I genuinely like:
1) Chappie. Hugh Jackman has a duck-tail mullet and wears a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Everyone’s awful, and a robot throws ninja stars. It’s not—it was never supposed to be—serious and political like Neill Blomkamp’s earlier films, District 9 (yay!) and Elysium (boo). Chappie is weird as fuck, and I love it.
2) Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. My therapist recommended this one to me when I was going through a particularly shitty time in my life. Something about the film’s optimism and the way Natalie Portman’s character comes to accept herself despite feeling like her life is on the wrong track and she’s going absolutely nowhere made me lose my shit. I bawled watching this movie. And I will never watch it again, because I don’t want to be disillusioned if Breaking Bad (and Magorium screenwriter Zach Helm!) are right, and it really does suck beyond the telling of it.
3) Signs. Yeah, the ending’s a
lot little too convenient. I don’t care. The twist gave me chills. I will admit that.