Imagine, if you will, the worst skit ever performed on the worst sketch comedy show ever to air on TV - you know, something like "Blue Collar TV" or Kelsey Grammar's "The Sketch Show." Now picture it as being captured on home video by your uncle, who has yet to figure out how to properly use the damn machine. Now add on the thought of it being edited together by someone who just got their first video editing computer program, but hasn't bothered to look at the instructions. And wrap it up with the notion that it was all made by and for a group of friends who aren't funny at all but think they are. It's the kind of not- quite-a-movie that Filmthreat, had they not been given distribution, would wind up pulling out at parties, so that he and his drunk buddies can giggle about how much fun it was to make it.
Yes, I'm guessing it was indeed fun to make. A bunch of pals clowning around on camera for an hour? Sure, sounds like a gas. But you know that queasy feeling you get when you're forced to watch somebody else's vacation videos - especially when the subject of said video likes to ham it up by humping statues and impersonating Pauly Shore? That, my friends, is the essence of "My Big Fat Independent Movie."
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