Every now and then, I get the urge to watch a shitty movie. Seriously, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. They’re movies I know are crappy, because I’ve seen them before, but I still feel the need to watch them again. It’s like I’m a glutton for punishment.

When I was recovering from surgery earlier this year, it was the Star Wars prequels (don’t worry, I followed them up with the original trilogy). After seeing the much-hyped but eventually disappointing Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I still wanted to see it again. Towards the end of the summer, I watched the Matrix saga in its entirety. (Part of that was because my girlfriend had never seen any of the sequels.)

Lately, though, the object of my brain’s desire has been the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. The first film was excellent; the sequels, not so much. Director Gore Verbinski didn’t even see the full script before he started work on those! (Fortunately, he’s vowed never to make that mistake again, so the powers-that-be will really have to kiss his ass if they want to make the inevitable fourth installment.) Anyway, I dunno where this sudden resurgence of interest in the PotC trilogy came from. Maybe it’s because LEGO® resurrected their Pirates theme. Or maybe I’m just retarded.

Digging down to the core of the matter, I wonder why I enjoy watching these junkballs. Perhaps it’s my overly sarcastic nature; when watching them, I do tend to make wiseass comments à la Mystery Science Theater 3000. Or perhaps I’m so sick of this twisted mockery of existence that I feel the need to torture myself (the economic slump will do that to people).