Taylor Kirby: Rapture-Palooza is an objectively bad film that I nonetheless adore. While Craig Robinson’s Antichrist is falling in love with the very unwilling Lindsey (Anna Kendrick), and after Jesus Christ is killed with a tank, it becomes clear that the filmmakers didn’t take themselves seriously for even a second of this production–and that’s exactly the thing that gives Rapture-Palooza its legs. Since this movie was was so clearly never going to make any money, it was made for the love of film and comedy alone.
Sarai Nissan: Wristcutters:A Love Story is as interesting and depressing as it sounds. Based of the short story “Kneller’s Happy Campers” by Etgar Keret, the film follows the death of Zia (Patrick Fugit) who commits suicide after his girlfriend breaks up with him. He finds himself in a special type of heaven/hell where the people who “off themselves” go. It turns out this heaven is a lot like normal life, just a little bit worse. No one can smile, and worst of all, there are no stars. Like its title suggests, Wristcutters is a darkly comedic and unlikely love story, extremely underrated, and obviously one of my favorites.
Pedro Ramos: Coraline: Coraline touched me in places that I didn’t even know existed. This movie was based off a children’s book of the same name written by Neil Gaiman, but this movie sure as hell shouldn’t have been geared towards kids to begin with. If it was, I’m sorry to every child dragged along to this movie with their parents because of their monthly family movie night (like me). Stop motion animation is time intensive and detail oriented, and the animators did a hell of job of giving new definition to my nightmares. It features a devilish mom with buttons for eyeballs, and much to the dismay of children and adults alike, she tries to kill her daughter and replace her eyes with buttons as well. To top it all off, a children’s choir was for the soundtrack. Nothing is creepier than a children’s choir.
Teague Bohlen: The Toxic Avenger (1984) Back in 1984, this was the closest thing we had to a Marvel superhero movie—and strangely enough, it honored the comic-book sensibility pretty well. It was profane, silly, and heroic all at the same time; and based on the fact that it spawned two sequels, a cartoon, and a comic book, Toxie did something right.
Bobby Jones: Rocky Horror Picture Show. The reason this one sticks out to me is because when I was 15 years old the thought of people dressing in drag would have made my homophobic parents lose their “stuff.” This was a film that my girlfriend at the time was obsessed with and eventually I just got so used to watching the film that I memorized every single word. In fact, we even went to the live events that were hosted in a theater located near Fort Worth, TX.