Last week, I watch Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, Vertigo, recently named by the British Film Institute and Sight and Sound‘s critics poll as the greatest movie of all time.
This week, I watched Mongolian Death Worm, which amazingly isn’t anywhere on their list.
What can I say? I watched it with friends over Twitter, they’re Canadian, and apparently there’s slim pickings on the Canadian version of Netflix.
In all honesty, it was a lot of fun. It’s a pretty terrible movie, as you might expect, just from the title. I think it aired on the SyFy Channel here at some point, which is pretty much a guarantee of it’s being bad. But it’s bad in some odd ways. There are what might almost be clever lines muddled by bad acting, and there’s bad writing delivered with what might almost be good acting. Also, they say the name of the village, Sepegal, a lot.
It’s a little like Tremors, except not very good. Under the right kind of circumstances, I’d definitely recommend it.
And that was Friday. There was a lot of other work-related stuff, mostly one long report I’m almost finished with, but honestly, the death worms were the highlight of my day.