I prefer blues to jazz. I like punk music more than classic rock. I think graffiti looks better than "fine art".
I've never been one to seek out the brightly polished or the finely tuned, I'm more enamored with things that are raw. I'll take my diamonds in the rough-- heavy on the rough, please.
That's why, when it comes to movies, I don't just watch the meticulously crafted masterpiece films from the likes of Kubrick or Hitchcock. (Though they have their place and deserve their accolades!) I'll take a heaping helping of Fulci, a side of Jack Hill, and polish off the night with some Roger Corman.
So, when I recommend a bunch of flicks to you fine folks, I'm not examining them through some faux-intellectual prism, like the so-called "experts" or those highfalutin' critics. Instead, I find a film that's simply fun, obscure, unique, and entertaining- something I feel is worthy of your 90 minutes- and I recommend that instead.
I choose to find my diamonds in the dumpster, not in the stuffy showrooms of a museum. That's why each of these films come straight from the bargain bins, the flea markets, and the tape traders of the world. The only criteria a movie must meet to become one of my Dumpster Diamonds (other than being entertaining) is that it must have fewer than 5,000 ratings on IMDb. And now, here is yet another set of my favorite Dumpster Diamonds: