Don’t even think it.
If you like kitschy camp, UHF (1989) is the embodiment of the genre, as well as an excrescense from lead “Weird Al” Yankovic’s mind. It’s neither good nor bad, for it’s moved beyond such mundane categories. It just is, and you love it or hate it according to your personality.
I thought it was mildly amusing. My Arts Editor seemed less certain.
