The last ten movies I’ve watched include a violent yakuza tragedy, a French comic book spectacle, a lengthy basketball documentary, an anesthetic-induced erotic fantasy, and an animated mini-series.
- Hiroshima Honor: Hostage Rescue Tactics (Yûji Makiguchi, 1976)
- Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Luc Besson, 2017)
- Django, Prepare a Coffin (Ferdinando Baldi, 1968)
- Malibu Express (Andy Sidaris, 1985)
- Celtics/Lakers: Best of Enemies (Jim Podhoretz, 2017)
- Superchick (Ed Forsyth, 1973)
- The Freshman (Sam Taylor and Fred Newmeyer, 1925)
- The Masseurs and a Woman (Hiroshi Shimizu, 1938)
- Daydream (Tetsuji Takechi, 1964)
- Adventure Time: Stakes (Andres Salaff, Elizabeth Ito, and Adam Muto, 2015)
The best and worst film of this bunch is definitely Malibu Express, the ridiculous tale of a hunky detective with all the ’80s trappings (moustache, fast cars, houseboat, hand cannon), some Cold War espionage, a murder mystery, some salacious blackmailing, a few hired goons, a helicopter, a race car, a drag queen, a family of redneck yokels, and plenty of sexy Playboy Playmates and Penthouse Pets in various states of undress. As far as pubescent male fantasies go, Malibu Express is glorious garbage and will take its rightful place on my Mount Rushmore of terrible films.