Dungeons & Dragons with Thora Birch, Jeremy Irons and a Wayans deserves its horrible reputation.

The Prince-helmed, Prince-fronted (!) black-and-white Under the Cherry Moon is one of my favorite awful movies.

An obscure one I’ll offer up is Riders of the Storm, with Dennis Hopper. Watching that movie by myself felt like an assault of stupidity. A second viewing, inflicting it upon dear friends, was more doable. The plot’s too dumb to coherently describe in a short paragraph, but IMDB is your friend. This one is at least in my top ten worst.

Rhinestone, with Sylvester Stallone being taught the country music ropes by Dolly Parton, was excruciating.

The Dark Backward features an oppressively annoying performance from Bill Paxton (who finds the time to dive into an inviting pool of obese women) and has Judd Nelson playing the world’s worst post-apocalyptic stand-up comedian who grows a third arm out of his back. Yyyyyyyeah. Wayne Newton is his agent.

Impulse has William Shatner playing a womanizing serial killer who wears a different amazingly stupid 70s outfil in every scene.

House of the Dead, from notoriously terrible director Uwe Boll (and costarring Jürgen Prochnow) , isn’t just terrible; it’s groundbreakingly terrible. It doesn’t just have dumb fight scenes in which you don’t care about the outcome. It has dumb fight scenes in which you don’t care about the outcome and then suddenly the movie cuts to FOOTAGE FROM THE VIDEO GAME IT’S BASED ON. It also contains the following exchange:
“You did all this to become immortal. Why?”
“To live forever!”