So we have a small stack of truly awful movies, and I ask him to pick one.
He picks "The Pirate Movie".
I squee, bounce, and do a little booty-shaking dance.
He melts from the dance and squee. Melts!
Now we watch "The Pirate Movie", which is staggeringly awful and fabulous in its awfulness. (I know slipjig loves me because he actually learned its worst song, "Pumpin and Blowin'" (which won the Razzie that year!), to play at my birthday party.)