The Daily's film staff is depressed.

On three separate occasions last week, three different writers mentioned the futility of reviewing movies like "The Brothers Solomon" and "Shoot 'Em Up" when they're quite certain no one will ever see the movies or read their analyses of them. One reviewer went so far as to write an entire article describing the existential crisis he had in a theater watching a terrible movie, alone, in the dark.

I can't share his pain.

People always ask me what my favorite movie is. The answer is "Memento," but there's a question no one ever asks: What's the most fun I've ever had at the movies?

In 2002, my friends and I watched a movie called "Rollerball." It's about a futuristic society whose main form of entertainment is a sport involving motocross, skateboarding, basketball, cage fighting and death. It was without a doubt the worst movie I've ever seen. But what an experience.

There were glitches in this movie that apparently no one thought to correct in the editing process (or were left in after the film was hacked up for a PG-13 rating). In one scene, Chris Klein (who I thought was Keanu Reeves the entire time) begins talking in slow motion - like if you set iTunes to play something at half speed. I thought something was wrong with the theater's projector until I rented the DVD, and sure enough, the pervasive mishaps stood uncorrected.

Another scene involves a plane crashing and sliding through the desert. It screeches and grumbles its way toward a chain-link fence. When it hits the fence, the sound cuts out entirely, and the sound effect "boing-oing-oing" is inserted. It's the sound when Wile E. Coyote steps on one of his spring-loaded ACME traps. It's the sound when the Microsoft Word paperclip has some friendly advice for you. And it was in a full-length feature movie. It was the first and only time I fell out of my seat laughing in a theater. How often can you say that?

This sparked a search among my friends for the worst movie ever made. We went from "Cool as Ice" to "Red Dawn" to "Murdercycle" to "My Giant." Nothing quite topped "Rollerball," but it was a magnificent journey nonetheless.

Since I started writing for the Daily, I've always held fast to strict editorial principle: bad movies are much more fun to write about than good ones. I'm fairly certain nobody ever read my three favorite reviews written by me. I wrote them all as film editor because no one else would take them when they were released.

Did you go see Steve Austin and Vinnie Jones duke it out in "The Condemned"? Did you take the adrenaline-injected ride that was "Redline"? Or did you swoon at the epic werewolf love story that was "Blood and Chocolate"? I didn't think so. But I did, and I archived it in reviews that never saw the fluorescent lighting of the MLB. They were all relegated to "exclusive online content," the place from where reviews do not return.

But that didn't make them any less fun. I remember laughing along with the audience as humans morphed like Power Rangers into wolves. I had a notepad on which I scribbled down things like: "Werewolves like: absinth . jumping . raves . blood . chocolate." The film finished. I heard a collective sigh of relief in the theater, and one astute attendee summed up the evening when he loudly wondered "What the fuck?" We all laughed. All seven of us.

For every "Knocked Up" there will be a hundred "The Brothers Solomon," just as for every "Die Hard" there will be a thousand like "Shoot 'Em Up." To find a great movie is rare, but to find one that can rank as one of the worst ever made is no easier. The next time you want to rent "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" and your friend wants to watch "Kazaam," you might need to see a slam-dunking genie more than you think.

- Tassi has clearly forgotten that Hugh Dancy is in "Blood and Chocolate." Oh, and Olivier Martinez. Remind him at tassi@umich.edu.