The Bristol Bad Film Club

Girl in Bristol watches some terribly brilliant films at Bristol Bad Film Club’s night at the Cuban.

There have been a great many ground-breaking films which, deservedly, have acquired every Oscar and Globe award under the sun.

But for every one of these great films, there have been hundreds more which didn’t make it. Some, being so far off the mark that you wonder if the director had the foggiest idea about how to make a film at all!


Although for the truly horrific specimens that dare to call themselves professionally made films, there are a particular audience which actively seek them out. Bristol Bad Film Club, being one such group of people. So on the 19th June, several bloggers and I headed over to the Cuban to check them out.

Given that Bristol Bad Film Club (BBFC) started just under a year ago, they’ve been doing pretty well over the last few months given that the majority of their screenings sell out. All proceeds from their screenings of films such as Troll 2, Starcrash and The Room going to charity. In this case our £6 ticket proceeds went to Slimbridge Wildfowl and Wetlands Centre in honour of Bristol Green Week. Although the charity changes monthly.

When reaching the bar at the Cuban, I’ll admit we weren’t so pleased with the prices. My friend ordering two double rums and coke which amounted to £18 in total. Although, the food was much more moderately priced with a food token affording you Quesadillas, Empanadas or Nachos (veggie and meat option) for £5 which wasn’t bad at all for a plate of good ol’ cinema stodge.

Once fed and watered, we went to take our seats amidst a group of at least 50 in a back room at the Cuban before we were given a comedic run-through of the history of the film. The presentation, featuring brief clips from the actors themselves which the guys at BBFC had retrieved for us.

(If the actors themselves are apologising to the friends who had been ‘dragged along’ to the film, you know you’re in for a treat!)

Birdemic, the movie we saw, was all we had hoped for and more. It was cringe-worthy on multiple occasions, the graphics were beyond terrible and the consistently rigid posture of one of the male actors when he walked never ceased to amuse. Not to mention the amount of air-time given to scenes which literally showed the protagonist driving, parking and getting petrol. Complete with floaty music which seemed to belong to a different genre of film entirely, the whole experience was a great one. The BBFC also encouraged the audience to participate during the inappropriately long periods of applause in the film and to sing along at other times which only made us laugh more.

If you’re looking to spice up your usually mundane weeknights, the BBFC is a must. Sadly, it only happens once a month but for a night of giggles and beautifully terrible films, it’s totally worth it. Mind, you’ll have to leave your film snobbery at home. You’ll find no remotely decent films here. But that, is precisely why the founders of BBFC, Singh and Popple, have done so well on their little venture.


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