A while ago, I started to question my own love of bad movies. After watching maybe two in a row, I just feel... bad. I feel bad for the people in them, the people deluding them, the families tangentially affected by the whole thing. That successful doctor is always going to be known as "the brother of the dude from Birdemic." That successful lawyer is going to be "the former child actor who showed up in Skidoo." It's just sad, especially today in the post-film culture world with film classes and DVD's and the internet, when you see a poorly-made picture.
Though I wouldn't mention I Know Who Killed Me in the same breath as Pluto Nash. The former is too insane to qualify for that treatment.