American Gigolo (Paramount Pictures) -- Doug Schneider

If they gave a Nobel Prize for prostitution, Richard Gere’s sexually charged Julian Kaye would take top honors. At one key moment Kay stops to reflect on a previous night’s trick and says, "Who else would have taken the time? Or cared enough to do it right." Goofy? Melodramatic? Certainly. But high praise to writer/director Paul Schrader and star Richard Gere for keeping a straight face through it all and elevating grade-B material to grade-A fun.

American Strays (A-Pix Entertainment) -- Rad Bennett

Various lowlifes and dysfunctional people take different paths to Red’s Desert Oasis Diner, site of a climactic shoot-out, in this pretentious wannabe art-house flick. One of the subplots, of which there are entirely too many, features John Savage as a murdering vacuum-cleaner salesman who finally meets his match in Jennifer Tilly. A shot of the pair vacuuming a newly dug desert grave cracks me up every time I see it. I know that is over the top, so maybe I am too, because this is one of my favorite all-time bad movies. Bonnie and Clyde, Annie and Wild Bill, Savage, Tilly and the Hoover; love will find a way!

Dude, Where's My Car? (Twentieth Century Fox Home Video) -- Josh Barber

How often does a film's title convey not only the theme of the movie but also the entire plot and most of the script? Jesse and Chester, its main characters, are like a modern-day Captain America and Billy, trading in those guys’ easy-riding motorcycles for a missing automobile. Among other things, including an up-skirt shot of a giant woman, I get the feeling that Philip Stark just pulled situations and places out of a hat and then wrote the movie around them. While neither Ashton Kutcher nor Seann William Scott venture far from their typical roles, any movie with Jennifer Garner can't be all bad -- except for Pearl Harbor.

Flash Gordon (Universal/Image Entertainment) -- Jeff Fritz

I was 12 when Dino De Laurentiis’ Flash Gordon arrived to "save every one of us" from Ming the Merciless. Maybe it was a schoolboy crush on Melody Anderson, maybe it was the Queen title song that heralded the "King of the Impossible," or maybe it was those stupid flying birdmen. Whatever the case, you can’t deny the terrible special effects and Sam Jones’ cheesy acting. One thing’s for sure: When Flash is flying his craft in to defeat The Emperor Ming, you just know the "savior of the universe" won’t let you down.

The Postman (Warner Home Video) -- Wes Phillips

Yes, The Postman has the inertia of a glacier and is filled with poorly chosen camera angles, poses, and set pieces that prompt laughter rather than inspiring the awe Costner so obviously intended -- but it is filled with an undeniably ingratiating goofiness. A director who wasn't the star undoubtedly would have exercised greater self-control, but give Costner credit for committing himself wholeheartedly to the project. In this era of fast-paced filmmaking, a movie that ambles through such a huge story at a mule's pace has its own, decidedly un-trendy, charms.

Hudson Hawk (Columbia TriStar Home Entertainment) -- Anthony Di Marco

Many think this Bruce Willis vehicle is a car wreck -- a crash of a convoluted script and a colossal ego. But who hasn't stared at a car wreck? From the sidesplitting opening sequence satirizing Leonardo DaVinci’s gift for invention, to the colorful over-the-top performances of its cast, this is one of those films where momentum is kept by throwing in the kitchen sink. It’s a good time for those who just want to relish big-budget set pieces, but prefer to keep their minds turned off to anything remotely resembling logic. At all too many points in the film, you know this turkey is just about cooked -- but oh what a tasty bird it is!

St. Elmo’s Fire (Columbia TriStar) -- Marc Mickelson

Chronicling the trials and tribulations of young professionals in Washington, DC, this film is scuttled by a sophomoric script that makes Friends seem profound. You can barely count the cases of unrequited love on one hand! Yet, for me, there is something entertaining about it. Maybe it's because of all the Brat Packers who star in it, or maybe it has to do with scenes like the one in which the movie's title is "explained." If you want an overdose of self-absorption, this is your movie; and if you do not, there's a lot to giggle at, thanks to the earnestness of the actors and director. Rumor has it that this movie brings a tear to Rad Bennett's eye.