Contrary to first impressions this is not a proclamation of my admiration for the male member. Rather, it is an declaration of my profound love of what I regard as one of the highest forms of art (so definitely not the male member, my fella's excluded, obviously): B movies.
They don't even have to be what would traditionally be regarded as B movies. You know the kind I am talking about though. Those so-bad-they're-great monuments to cinematic tat, often, but not always, including some playboy bunny wearing glasses and speaking lines she doesn't understand very badly who is playing a scientist.
I love them in all their cheesey, badly acted, ropey special effects laden, out of tune synthesized incidental music ridden glory. I am a firm believer that you cannot have more fun with your clothes on in a room full of like minded mates. They stimulate conversation, belly laughs and are the best all round bonding experience you can have - and you don't even need alcohol, although generally it never goes far amiss (certainly in my house).
So, why "sausage"?
Well, I must admit I can't take the credit for that one. My dad coined the expression to describe the schlock horror, Japanese creature features and other dubious sci-fi nonsense that we used to stay up and watch together many many years ago when Channel 4 used to show stuff that was worth watching really late on a Friday night into Saturday morning, rather than that hideously unfunny west country nerk and his cronies or (shudder) Big Brother.
"Sausage" means something that is better than the sum of its parts. Something that you can't help but enjoy despite it being made up of total crap. As a description of this particular film genre, I think it's just about perfect.I can highly recommend "Megalodon", "White Fire" and "Shark Attack" (1, 2 and 3). Invite a couple of friends round, get some pizza, take the phone off the hook and enjoy.
Busy, busy, busy.
15 years ago
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