Some people (Peggy for one) have expressed good-natured bewilderment at my weakness for "bad" media.

Sitting here watching Neil Breen's godawful Fateful Findings, I think I might have figured out part of it.

I lose myself in films a little too easily. I go into suspension of disbelief so easily, and grant a film so much artistic license, that I'll leave critical mode all together and let huge plot holes go sailing over my head.

Worse, I'll let myself be 100% vulnerable to any sentimentality or emotional manipulation in a film, and that can HURT if I'm not in the right mood. (Sometimes it's both very good AND very bad, like Secret of Kells and Song of the Sea. Those both stung a lot in ways that I guess are probably healthy.)

But watching a film like Fateful Findings, I can actually have some distance and watch it as a film. It's... it's kinda NICE for a soft sell like me watch a film like Fateful Findings or The Room that's just so fucking ARTIFICIAL in its emotions and construciton that I don't have to go through the emotional labor of letting go. I can just watch a damn film and see it as a film.

@zebratron2084 This makes me wonder if you've heard of "The VelociPastor."

@LexYeen @zebratron2084 al pastor?