"Mostly, I’ve wasted my life. I always felt I had kind of potential, but I never did use it. Don’t know. More or less I’ve frittered my life away, but then what else is there to do with a life but fritter it away."
It was rather happenstance, but quite opportune, that I decided to review Best Worst Movie so soon after announcing Birdemic—my favorite bad movie—as my next choice for movie night at The Way Station. Best Worst Movie, you see, is a documentary on the cult surrounding the awesomely bad Troll 2. Although I don't necessarily agree with Troll 2's moniker as the best worst movie, it is certainly a sincere failure; so I gotta give it points for that. As I've said before, above all else a bad movie must be heartfelt for me to take interest. So Troll 2 succeeds (fails?) with flying colors.
With Best Worst Movie, Michael Stephenson (child "star" of Troll 2) poses the question: How do you confront the infamy of association with one of the worst movies ever made? Well, there's really only two options: denial or embrace. George Hardy (the dad in Troll 2) opts for the latter. Initially embarrassed by his participation in Claudio Fragasso's hilariously insane Troll 2, Hardy eventually decides to stake his name to Troll 2's infamy.
And he has fun with it...initially. Screening after screening, convention after convention, Hardy's enthusiasm for the film begins to wane. He realizes that he has grown to love the spotlight and is now unsure how he should feel about that. Maybe he always wanted to be a star. He chose his current career, dentistry, as a means of stability; and though this ebullient man is happy fixing teeth, part of him wonders "what if." The ironic adulation he receives now for Troll 2 is a reminder of the dream he abandoned, the other career that could have been.
Though mostly a light-hearted documentary, Best Worst Movie is tinged with sadness. Of course (because I always gotta bring it back to me), I couldn't help but think of my own artistic struggles while watching this movie. Should I have opted to forego a stable job, instead devoting all of my time toward my true passion? Would I have had the courage to be a starving artist? Would it have paid off? Will my current path pay off? Time will tell if I've made the right decision.