This week marks the publication of Showgirls, Teen Wolves, and Astro Zombies: A Film Critic’s Year-Long Quest to Find the Worst Movie Ever Made, a rollicking new tome by Movieline’s “Bad Movies We Love” guru Michael Adams. Part comic memoir, part grueling critical experiment, Adams’s book chronicles his journey through more than 350 of the most obscure, confounding, surprising, and yes, appalling cinema known to man. In this Movieline exclusive excerpt, Adams unearths not only one of the very worst films, but one of the worst genres as well.
In the late 1970s and early 1980s, whenever we’d go to visit my grandfather in his leafy suburban abode, my younger brother David would race out into the old man’s garden to capture little lizards basking in the morning sun. Once we’d tired of our catch-and-release program, we’d spend the afternoon luxuriating in the spare room that contained decadence beyond compare in the form of a second TV, free of parental interference. On such days, there was one show that unfailingly made our world a bigger, more fascinating place: In Search of… Part National Geographic documentary, part Twilight Zone, it was narrated by Star Trek’s Leonard Nimoy with the cool detachment of his half-Vulcan science officer. While his investigations into killer bees, ancient astronauts and Stonehenge were, quite frankly, f*cking awesome, it was Bigfoot who always stood head and shoulders above the rest.
