Bad Movies Give Birth to Fiction


Alex J Cavanaugh decrees in his blogfest:

On Monday, September 19, post a list of up to ten of the worst movies you’ve ever had the misfortune to watch. Films that just oozed awfulness and featured plot holes so big you could drive a bus through them.

Worst Movies Ever Blogfest

Alex's Worst Movies Ever Blogfest

So without further ado, I present the 10 worst movies ever, imho, but instead of writing about them, I’ll use as many of their titles in a piece of flash fiction (that would hopefully make more sense than the movies it was inspired by, lol.) Hopefully Alex forgives the liberty I’ve taken…(* I’ll run hide under the table right after posting this*

So here are my 10 worst picks:

1.   Heaven’s Gate (1980)                           2. Mommie Dearest (1981)

3. Showgirls (1995)                                     4.   Battlefield Earth (2000)

5. Sweet Home Alabama (2002)              6. Gigli (2003)

7.   The Room (2003)                                 8.   Derailed (2005)

9.   Alone in the Dark (2005)                   10.  I don’t know How she does it (2011)

So, ahem, now for the flash fiction:

Mommie Dearest, M.D.

Mommie Dearest, M.D.

Mother to Son, Mary Gallagher Stout

I don’t know how she does it, but Mommie dearest manages to derail my life every time she steps into it, which is often. By Mommie dearest, or MD (as I call her when I’m alone in the dark), I mean my wife Gigli’s mother.

Mine, bless her, gave up the ghost when I was still a fairly runt-sized boy, and just about the only thing I remember of that woman is the smack of her hand on my bottom.

MD uses big words like Heaven’s Gate, Hellfire, the Earth as a Battlefield Between Good and Evil. I’ve grown up with small words like cold, hunger, roof, money, food, knife, rain, dark, sun, blood, water, hate, winter, and done just fine.

So MD’s words are lost on Gigli and me, who, unknown to her mother, is a showgirl at a gig I got her in the next town, Muck City, in our sweet old state of Alabama. Gigli is what they call her there, and what I call her ever since I married her ten years ago. MD calls her Gertrude.

Just yesterday, MD stopped by, and tried yet again to take me to church, being Sunday and all. She calls herself my soul-doctor.  It has always been like that in my marriage; me, Gigli, and MD makes three.

I left, of course, so Gigli could deal with her mother like she always does. I got drunk as a skunk, and came back home hoping MD had left. Not.

So I went to The Room, where I take all ladies who remind me of MD, to be alone with them in the dark. Knife, blood, Heaven’s Gate, we did it all, as usual—me and the woman I found. I left her in a trash bag, the letters M and D scrawled on her pitted bottom.

I’m tired now, and if you know me, you’ll know I’m a man of few words. I like it straight and narrow. So the next time MD stops by, she comes with me to The Room, and I don’t care what Gigli has to say about it. I’ll make an honest, spiritual M.D. out of her yet.

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A to Z Stories of Life and Death

A to Z Stories of Life and Death

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P.S: The story came from the movie titles and the picture, and I took it down as it came. It is not meant to offend sensibilities.

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25 thoughts on “Bad Movies Give Birth to Fiction

  1. What a fun post. Just saw the Sarah Jessica Parker movie the other night. When we walked in, the theater was packed with women. My hubs asked if it was another Sex & The City movie and no one told him.

  2. I’m not into movies so can’t comment on that, but you’re clever as usual with using your word prompts. The husband sounds like he’s less than a hairsbreadth away from having a go at MD. :D

  3. There has alaways been good and not so good films about , not everyone has the same taste otherwise it would be a boring world.

    Thank you for your visit, the comment I thought was odd, it was NOT meant to be funny. those films were the worst I’d seen, Candy in particular had an adverse effect on me not knowing I was epiletic and 6 months pregnant at the time. what you thought funny I can’t imagine.

  4. That was a clever idea! And, OMG, I had forgotten about that shockingly dreadful (I don’t want to use the word “movie”) bit of celluloid “Showgirls”. Ughhh!!! *Shudders*

    • My story has nothing to do with the movies other than the Titles…and as to checking out the movies– well, only if you have loads of time, patience, and a well-honed sense of humor :)

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