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The Bat World of Wildwoman
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008 11:35 amIf any of you are MST3K obsessives like I am, you may remember one particularly shitty film gem entitled The Wild World of Batwoman. The fact that its IMDB rating is 2.8 out of 10 stars is not a recommendation or a challenge; it's mostly a reflection on the fact that no film rating system has yet been devised consisting purely of angry monkeys hurling vegetables against a blackboard.
It's not an ordinary kind of bad, it is a special bad, as evidenced by the YouTube clip right here. It is truly among the worst movies of all time- so bad, in fact, that they spliced in stolen footage of The Mole Men and that film's special effects were markedly better. It ought to be legendary.
There's a catchy little section (catchy and, like everything else in this movie, ultimately pointless) with a surf-rock band on a beach. Mike, Crow and Tom Servo start nah-nah-nah-nah-nahing along with the music, and making up new lyrics... until they hit on "Na nah na nah nah nah, the devil made this movie for yoouuuuuu." And, because this rambling story has a reason, I want to be clear that it was that section of the dialogue that I was singing at the top of my lungs when I walked past Eddie Izzard last Saturday.
If anyone wants me, I'll be busy Not Improving Anyone's Opinion of Americans.
(ALSO: SQUEE.)
It's not an ordinary kind of bad, it is a special bad, as evidenced by the YouTube clip right here. It is truly among the worst movies of all time- so bad, in fact, that they spliced in stolen footage of The Mole Men and that film's special effects were markedly better. It ought to be legendary.
There's a catchy little section (catchy and, like everything else in this movie, ultimately pointless) with a surf-rock band on a beach. Mike, Crow and Tom Servo start nah-nah-nah-nah-nahing along with the music, and making up new lyrics... until they hit on "Na nah na nah nah nah, the devil made this movie for yoouuuuuu." And, because this rambling story has a reason, I want to be clear that it was that section of the dialogue that I was singing at the top of my lungs when I walked past Eddie Izzard last Saturday.
If anyone wants me, I'll be busy Not Improving Anyone's Opinion of Americans.
(ALSO: SQUEE.)
