It’s easy to make a bad film, and virtually impossible to make one that’s so bad it’s good.
Miami Connection – the 1988 martial arts extravaganza that often threatens to become a musical – rides the line between cinematic perfection and borderline unwatchable flawlessly, making it a staple on all best-bad movie lists alongside The Room and Troll 2.
As with those examples, what distinguishes Miami Connection from other awful films is the genuine sincerity everyone involved had toward the project.
How anyone thought a film about a synth-wave rock band fighting a hoard of drug-dealing ninjas could be the basis for a serious message about the dangers of violence is a question beyond the capacity of the human mind, but seemingly Y.K.
Kim thought otherwise.
It’s terrible.
It’s also amazing.
It’s the kind of film that threatens to dismantle a hundred years of critical writing.
Love it or hate it,…
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