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The Spiritual Joy of Bad Disaster MoviesYou’d think disaster movies would be the last thing anyone would call “self-care.” Catastrophic storms, earthquakes splitting the earth, sharks in tornadoes (yes, Sharknado—we see you). And yet, in our house, a new B-rated disaster film is cause for giddy celebration.
⚠️ Note: Real-life disasters are heartbreaking and nothing about them is funny. What I’m sharing here is about the movies—the so-bad-they’re-fun kind, full of cheesy CGI, predictable plots, and over-the-top drama. It’s their very unreality that makes them safe and silly enough to enjoy.
Why? Because the worse the special effects, acting, and script…the better the experience.
π Bad Art, Big Fun
We know we’re “supposed” to spurn bad art. But there’s something liberating about embracing it instead. In these films, the flaws are the fun:
- The hero who outruns lava in sneakers.
- The couple that kisses while the city crumbles.
- The CGI that looks suspiciously like a high school science project.
Dale yells at the screen when the characters make the dumbest possible moves, and I can’t stop laughing. Together, we’ve made a ritual of spotting every trope, every clichΓ©, and every “we all saw that coming” twist.
πͺ Safe Disasters
Real disasters hurt. These ones? They’re so overblown, so unrealistic, that they’re safe. The world “kind of” ends, but not really. By the time the credits roll, the family is reunited, the dog survives, and life goes on. It’s escapism wrapped in a happy ending—predictable, silly, and comforting.
π The Ritual
For us, disaster movie night comes with a few rules:
- PJs are mandatory. Comfort is part of the magic.
- Snacks within reach. Popcorn, chips, maybe something sweet—it’s indulgence, not austerity.
- Commentary allowed (and encouraged). Half the fun is talking back to the screen.
It’s less about the film itself and more about the laughter, the eye-rolls, and the shared giddiness of two weirdos who happen to love Icetastrophe, The Wave, Lake Placid, Continental Divide, Sharknado and more.
✨ The Soul of It All
So yes, they’re disasters. Yes, they’re “bad.” And yet, they’re joy. They’re connection. They’re self-indulgence in the best sense.
Because sometimes spiritual self-care isn’t serious at all—it’s putting on your PJs, grabbing a snack, and escaping into a world so unrealistic that it makes this one feel a little lighter.
π “That’s our ritual—silly, indulgent, and oddly soul-nourishing. What about you? What guilty-pleasure story makes your spirit smile?” π«
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