Why Do We Need Trash Movies?
No guilt, just pleasure.
A long day at work, a busy day at school, a break-up, a resentment, a missed deadline, a day spent overthinking... All you need to do is to watch a trashy film and enjoy the greatest part of life.
I know that it is kind of embarrassing to say that you have watched that terrible movie in front of others when it is being discussed in a very destructive way, and I know that you spy on those films without even telling your closest ones.
But let's be honest here. There lies the essence of life itself. A complete serotonin boost, 90 minutes of pure enjoyment without a thought in your head... What a blessing, right? Especially at times when you are stressing yourself to the bone and overthinking life choices, imagining the worst scenarios possible, or just at times when you just want to escape the reality of life. Those movies that you are ashamed to talk about are actually the ones that must be the pitch-perfect number-one movies to discuss, examine, and enjoy.
Lowbrow, or poor-quality, trashy movies offer you a way of escapism and pure entertainment. Disconnecting from reality, and knowing what you are gonna watch is intentionally or unintentionally poor yet hilarious are two things that make life seem easier. Also, what is the catch with waiting every film to be a cinematic masterpiece? What about just enjoying what is there presented on the screen without blowing your mind with the plot or make meaning out of the angles, shots, or waiting to be puzzled by the plot twist? Sometimes you just gotta solely exist.
Some movies are so bad that they offer you a feast of real cinema; a complete ride of voyeurism and enjoyment of what you see on the screen. And somehow, they all feel so genuine and so pure that you feel connected to them because you know what is going to happen next, or you sense that the characters are just a bunch of stereotypes that you are already familiar with. It actually feels like home you know? Like a safe place, a comfort-zone, the same drink that you order in a bar, the same snack that you binge eat at your lowest.
You expect me to use the term guilty pleasure, right? But I'm not guilty about this pleasure. I just love my trashy movies till death do us apart.