Sometimes, you just have to do it. You have to open up your streaming app of choice, lower your standards to basement-level, and dive headfirst into the cinematic dumpster fire that is purposefully bad movies. Not ironically. Not as background noise. No. You commit.

And reader, I committed hard. 
We’re talking Honeymoon Crasher — yes, that’s a real title, and no, it didn’t crash much except my hopes. 
We’re talking The Wrong Missy, which somehow manages to feel like a fever dream you had after eating gas station sushi. 
And Kinda Pregnant — which, let’s be honest, is already a problem just by virtue of the title.

Why did I do this? Because rainy days, lack of motivation, and a warped sense of curiosity form a perfect storm. And because, in a world full of Oscar bait and elevated prestige TV, sometimes you need to hit rock bottom with a plotline so absurd your brain whispers, “Maybe you could write a screenplay.”

The thing is — these movies are their own kind of therapy. Like an eye-rolling meditation. A zen practice in disbelief. A cardio workout for your cringe reflex. I didn’t just watch them — I studied them. I leaned into the awkward dialogue, the paint-by-numbers character arcs, and the inexplicable plot twists that feel like they were written by an AI trained solely on rejected greeting cards.

And I have to say, there’s a certain genius to it. Bad movies make you appreciate good ones. They recalibrate your barometer. After watching someone accidentally marry a goat (not a spoiler, just a vibe), suddenly Notting Hill feels like Shakespeare. Even a lukewarm rom-com earns a standing ovation when you’ve sat through 90 minutes of absolute nonsense held together by fake tan and sound effects.

Plus, bad movies have practical uses: 
1. They lull you into unexpected naps. 
2. They provide ambient noise for halfhearted chores. 
3. They allow you to say “I’ve seen worse” in almost every conversation thereafter.

So the next time a gloomy day saps your willpower and the rain makes your to-do list cry for mercy, I recommend conducting your own terrible-TV experiment. Let your standards free-fall. Watch the trainwreck. Embrace the absurd. And remember: not every story needs to be brilliant — some just need to be bad enough to be oddly satisfying.

Besides, if Hollywood can greenlight Kinda Pregnant, then anything’s possible. Even finishing your laundry.