If you ever find yourself aimlessly wandering around antique malls for fun, admiring vintage window displays and advertising, or reading the memorial plaques outside of old carousels, you would enjoy the American Treasure Tour Museum.
sorry for being such a boomer but i can't stand having to download a different app for every event i want to go to just to access my fucking tickets. i should be able to call a number and order them over the phone without the internet and then go to a nice old man at a booth on the day of the show and pick up my little paper tickets.
One of the greatest lessons I've ever learned from MST3k is that people will always find a way to make art.
Is it always art I want to see? No. is it art I personally consider good? No. Is it something I would even personally call art? Nope.
But here's what MST3k made clear: There are so many fucking movies that exist because they MATTER to someone. Sometimes only ONE someone, but they cared so fucking much, a piece of art exists.
Is Monster A Go-Go good? Not from any way you could measure it. But is it art made by someone who loved what they were doing? YES. To the point that the script got re-written when after years of trying to finish it, a star went bald, and the writers went, "Okay, well now you're your own brother."
Eraserhead, a b-movie classic, was created on a similar timeframe.
But David Lynch is a fucking master of weird and confusing, and the team behind A Go-Go were not.
But at the end of the day, there's still a movie, goddamnit.
And there are so many "bad" movies that exist because they were made by people who simply loved their art. Ed Wood couldn't cut anything he ever filmed because he loved all that film. Bert I. Gordon had no budget but made his special effects interesting and fun. Russ Meyer loved titties, and he fucking delivered on titties.
Are any of these works a masterclass in film making? No. But a masterclass in love and devotion? Yes.
And, truly, MST3k falls under the same umbrella. A cheap, weird little show that has maintained and grown while keeping its overall sensibility. A love letter to bad movies by ribbing them to a level they deserve. By loving them so much they can't stop ribbing them.
MST3k taught me more about loving art than so many of the things that were meant to teach me about loving art.