For a film critic, there are few pleasures more satisfying than ripping into a bad movie. But one of those few is discovering that a film that you were expecting to hate — a movie that you had no doubts whatsoever would turn out to be utterly awful — turns out to be wonderful.
The homophobia? The racism? The sexism? The fact that he may just blow up the auditorium in a fit of impotent childish rage?