We’re talking about that bit of pop culture that aspires to be art and just misses the mark. That movie with the great cast but terrible script. That show with a lightning-in-a-bottle concept but no budget. That moment that Wile E. Coyote’s rocket sled ignites and his eyes still hold hope, while his body is veering off the cliff.
We’re talking about guilty pleasures, auteur directors, and just bad decision-making.