The 10 Spot: 10 Horrible Movies My Dad Loves
I owe a lot to my dad when it comes to my film-going childhood. He'd drop me off at the theater, go drink at the nearest dive-bar, and then drive me home. Bonding. I pay him back nowadays by delivering him a weekly supply of my leftovers, the films that get me through each and every night at work. I shouldn't say I give him all the films I watch. I know his taste, if nobody dies, there are no punches thrown, nothing explodes, or there's no nudity I just spare him the nuisance. It takes a particular type of film to please my father, and some of them suck assholes. Happy Father's Day to any and all! If my dad knew how to read the internet he'd love this shit.