Every now and then, a film comes along that is so remarkably bad, so insanely dreadful, so utterly rotten that it actually makes you appreciate it. Such is the case with Faghag, an odd little feature written, directed by and starring Damion Dietz. He plays a down-on-his-luck homosexual who wants desperately to become the first HIV-positive rap singer to tour American high schools (his proposed moniker: T Cell). He meets up with Stephanie Orff, a hapless loser who desperately wants to win a local yokel beauty pageant. Soon, they team up to combine their powers of loserdom. Seemingly endless bits of screwy dialogue are exchanged, while the plot unfolds--if you can call it a plot.

I loved a lot of Faghag though. There are strange recollections the characters recount, some of them very funny (my fave: Orff's description of her childhood dog memories) and unusual production values. In every scene, it seems there's some rather odd background noises, which have absolutely nothing to do with the film. They're just there to add to the general sense of pandemonium. And are we surprised? Faghag is brought to you by the fine people at Troma.

And on a somewhat classier note, David Lynch's masterpiece The Elephant Man arrives on DVD this week. John Hurt's performance is simply brilliant.

--Matthew Hays