Movies that use miniatures for their special effects that also feature miniatures in the story:

Beetlejuice

Die Hard

Mom and Dad

Have you ever overheard an older couple that has kids refer to each other as "Mom" and "Dad", even when their kids aren't around?

I think that's creepy and gross.

god

-"Fuck God."
-"You can't fuck something that doesn't exist."
-"But you can jerk off to something that doesn't exist."
-"I think that's called 'religion.'"

Best Movie Ever

Being a low-wattage member of a group of college kids living in the student housing part of town, there comes a time where you will stand in the local Mecca, the neighborhood Blockbuster. You'll stand in the shoes your mom paid for, ready to use the rental card in your dad's name. You'll stand in the "Y" section. Someone, most likely the village genius, will point to a box on the lower shelf.

The discovery. After the "No way"s and "Ha!"s are out of the way, someone in your group will pick up the box.

The wind-up. "Come on, man. I heard this is one of the worst movies of all time!" You find that hard to believe. A movie released in your lifetime has the dubious honor to rank among cinema losers such as "Plan 9 from Outer Space" or "Manos: The Hands of Fate."

But you're intrigued. You take the box, feel the weight of it. A movie this bad must weigh more. Or perhaps weigh less.

You flashback to seeing commercials for it on television, long ago when the film made it's first run in theaters. Laughing with the friend that now hands you the box at these terrible 30-second spots.

But you were intrigued. This intrigue becomes rationale. You have to rent this movie. You have to see how bad it is. You want it to change your life. You want to participate in discussions twenty years from now at cocktail parties. Laughing with other people who saw this movie growing up, while the one who thought he was too cool to subject himself to it sits in the corner, drinking a lonely scotch.

"We have to rent this piece of shit."

Look at you. You haven't even seen it and you're already comparing it to excrement. As much as you already hate this movie, you hold a semblance of hope.

Maybe it's good, you say to yourself. You definitely don't let that bomb slip from your lips. You'll be ostracized to no end when everyone else sees it and deems it excrement as well.

Waiting in line, you and your friends laugh. You look around to see if anyone who's in the movie is in fact in this store. Perhaps the writer lives around here, just around the next corner. He hears you poke fun at his labor of love, goes home and makes a noose out of his own underwear.

Can't think like that. He probably already killed himself when the first reviews hit newsstands.

The clerk laughs. "We have to see just how bad it is," you explain to her. She smiles. Hey, the clerk's cute. Maybe if you were renting something classy and weren't with your jerk-off friends, you would ask her for her number.

Everyone gets through the front door and into TV-watching positions. It's around Dinner Time, but who cares. Movie Time superceeds Dinner Time. Dinner is a moot point when you have such a cinematic dog in your sweaty hands.

The DVD player loads. The DVD player loads the movie just like any other movie. But how?, you ask. How can a movie of such ineptitude load in the same manner as if The Godfather was put into it? Blasphemy, you think.

Then the movie starts. A heavily choreographed dance number plays behind names of humiliated people. The dancing is entertaining. The editing is smooth. The camera work is well done.

This isn't the sludge I rented. I thought this was supposed to be terrible.

Any hope explodes into a thousand bloody parts as soon as character #1 opens their mouths. The dialouge is so bad it splits your ears in half. You want to scream, you want to hop in your DeLorean and go 88 miles an hour back to the script-writing process, look over the writer's shoulder and say "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You can't do that, though. Doc Brown himself said time travel isn't a viable option. You have no other recourse. You laugh.

You laugh your head off.

When the girl looks longingly into the eyes of the guy from B2K that has cornrows, you laugh.

When the guy from B2K that doesn't have cornrows gets beat up and left for dead in a hallway by who must be the worst armed assilants of all time, you laugh.

When they prepare for the big dance-off and they dance in the rain. Slow-motion.

When the squirrely white kid that looks like the bastard son of Yu-Gi-Oh and Carson Daly says the immortal words " 'Cause tonight, you suckas got Served!"

When the annoying girl from MTV screeches at the camera about how important this is.

You laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

You Got Served. One of the funniest films of all time.