And then there are days when I fall back in love with this city-

Some dilapidated theater around the corner from me was showing a World Premiere of a film by some local filmmakers. The filmmakers, friends since High School, had spent most of their lives writing movie scripts together, never finding any success. Finally, after years and years of frustration, they decided to D.I.Y it and made a film by their lonesomes. After two years and only three thousand bucks, their life-long dream had come true. They filmed the movie they had spent years wishing they could make.

That movie? Monsturd- an epic horror flick about a shit monster that lives in the sewers and comes out of toilets to kill it's unsuspecting victims. Heartwarming story isn't it?

Everytime I watch one of those crappy movies, either rented or seen late night on cable, I always wonder what the hell were the people thinking. I They all probably should of known that the movie was crap, so why do they always try to make it like it's not crap? How much better would those movies be if everyone just kind of said "you know, this movie is gonna suck, so let's just go with it." Those movies would be so much better. In fact, I've always loved the idea of intentionally making the worst movie ever made (have the idea already and part of a script already). Because there's a fine-line between clever and stupid. And this movie was pretty much that.

It was a definite Grade Z horror-flick, the kind shown all the time on Mystery Science Theater, except that they knew that it was nothing more than a Grade-Z horror flick. So they just went with it, up til it's explosive climax at the Butte County Chili cook-off involving a thousand flies and squirt guns loaded with Pepto Bismo.

Genius.

And you just got to love the idea of two guys spending all that time and effort in making a movie about a shit monster. A movie that'll probably only be seen by the people who acted in it, their friends and families, and a few other people who might accidentally stumble upon it. Like me.

Dreams can come true.

Followed that up by ducking into a divy Mexican bar down the street from me and watching Mexico vs. Ecuador. One of only a few gringo's in the place, but at least I didn't stick out as much as the khaki clad Yupsters who stumbled in looking like they wanted to slum it as a way of proving to their girlfriends how non khaki-clad Yupster they really were. Everytime Mexico scored, the entire place would jump and down cheering, chanting "Mexico! Mexico!"

All of which is why I'm back in love with the city. Random, indy flick followed by soccer watching in a Mexican dive bar. And people ask me why I wouldn't consider moving back to Philly.