Let’s talk about those times when the movie critics just swing and miss. You know, when Rotten Tomatoes slaps a film with a score that’s way lower than what it deserves, leaving audiences scratching their heads and wondering if the reviewers watched the same movie. I’ve always felt that art isn’t reducible to a percentage—it’s subjective, emotional, and often meant to spark joy, laughter, or reflection in ways that nitpicky critiques overlook. Critics have their biases, their formulas for what “high art” looks like, but sometimes a flick that’s eccentric, hilarious, or wildly entertaining gets buried under a pile of red tomatoes. This is why I love diving into underrated gems, especially when they’re streaming right there on Netflix, ready to be rediscovered. March is a great month for cozy binges, and Watch With Us has curated three of our favorite films that critics low-balled, proving that viral scores don’t always capture the magic. These aren’t Oscar bait; they’re quirky, fun love letters to genre-bending storytelling that might just leave you smiling.
Starting off with our top pick: “The Dead Don’t Die” from 2019, starring bad-boy-turned-actor Adam Driver, the ever-charismatic Bill Murray, and the icy elegance of Tilda Swinton. At 55% on Rotten Tomatoes, this ensemble zombie-comedy is labeled as polarizing, but I say it’s a hidden gem for anyone craving absurdity. Picture this: in the sleepy, made-up town of Centerville, USA, weirdness kicks in. Days stretch unnaturally long, a giant moon looms overhead like some cosmic prank, and animals start acting up—in fact, one chicken goes missing, drawing in Police Chief Cliff Robertson (Murray at his deadpan best) and the earnest Officer Ronnie Peterson (Driver, bringing that sarcastic edge he honed in other roles). What starts as a routine call spirals into a full-blown horror-comedy nightmare when corpses rise from the grave, attacking folks at a local diner. Suddenly, these small-town cops are diving headfirst into our collective fear of the undead, all while navigating a world that’s hilariously off-kilter. Jim Jarmusch’s direction is pure indie gold, blending existential dread with pitch-black humor, and it’s no surprise it split the room at Cannes—everybody loves a good festival feud! The film’s charm lies in its willingness to embrace the silly without overexplaining itself, turning zombie tropes on their head for a surprisingly heartwarming twist. I remember watching this during a late-night session with friends, and we were howling by the twenty-minute mark; it’s not deep, but it’s delightfully brisk.
Diving deeper into “The Dead Don’t Die,” what really makes it shine is its ensemble cast—they’re a who’s who of deadpan delivery and quirky charisma that elevates the chaos to something unforgettable. Selena Gomez pops up as a Jack Kerouac-obsessed hermit who’s more in tune with the apocalypse than anyone else, her wide-eyed energy cutting through the film’s languid pacing. Then there’s Austin Butler channeling a farm boy vibe that’s equal parts earnest and absurd, Chloë Sevigny as a reporter chasing the bizarre news, and even punk-rock legend Iggy Pop lending his gravelly voice to a zombie-hunting farmer armed with his prized axe. Tilda Swinton, of course, steals scenes as the eccentric mortician who’s seen it all, handling reanimating corpses with such nonchalant flair that you can’t help but giggle. Jarmusch’s screenplay crackles with wit—lines like “The dead are opening their eyes” or constant nods to consumer culture (“If you want leads, you gotta pay for leads”) poke fun at our zombie-obsessed world without getting preachy. Sure, the tone shifts awkwardly between horror, comedy, and existential monologues, making it feel uneven to some critics, but that’s part of the charm. It’s like flipping channels on a nominally decent cable lineup and ending up with something bizarrely engaging. I’ve rewatched it several times, each viewing uncovering a new layer of genius in its simplicity. At its core, “The Dead Don’t Die” is a love letter to low-budget genre mashups, proving that not every great movie needs a blockbuster budget or flawless execution to leave you entertained. It’s proof that sometimes, ignoring the tomatoes is the best way to enjoy a garden-fresh harvest of laughs.
Moving on to our second pick, let’s shift gears to something a tad more recent—or should I say, impending? “Honey Don’t!” slated for 2025, clocks in at a measly 45% on Rotten Tomatoes, which feels like a hit-and-run on a film that’s bursting with neo-noir energy. Picture a sultry private eye, Honey O’Donahue (played by the luminous Margaret Qualley), who’s equal parts sharp and sassy. The plot kicks off when Mia Novotny (Kara Petersen), a troubled woman who once reached out to Honey fearing for her life, is found dead in a wrecked car. But Honey, ever the detective with a keen eye, spots the telltale signs of murder: Mia was stabbed first, then staged in the vehicle. Cue the investigation, which peels back layers to reveal Mia’s ties to a shady religious cult called the Four-Way Temple, led by the snake-charmer extraordinaire Reverend Drew Devlin (Chris Evans channeling his smarmy charisma from other roles). This guy’s not just preaching; he’s using the church as a front for all sorts of underworld dealings, turning the film into a wild ride through conspiracy and double-crosses. What critics call “chaotic and empty,” I see as a purposeful throwback to the screwball noir of old, where plot twists fly fast and loose, and every shadow hides a gag. I stumbled upon early buzz about this during a film festival preview, and by the end, I was hooked—it’s not trying to be lofty; it’s aiming for unapologetic fun.
If “The Dead Don’t Die” is about existential absurdity, “Honey Don’t!” dives into that live-action cartoon vibe with gusto, and it’s all thanks to its performances and relentless gags. Margaret Qualley owns the screen as Honey, her performance blending tough-as-nails PI tropes with a vulnerability that’s refreshingly modern. She’s not just investigating; she’s quipping her way through absurd situations, like dodging exploding props in a chase scene that feels straight out of an animated romp. The supporting cast is a roster of comedy royalty: Charlie Day as a bumbling sidekick who’s more hindrance than help, Aubrey Plaza offering snarky one-liners that land every time, and Billy Eichner bringing his signature zany energy to a paranoid informant role that had me in stitches. Their chemistry creates a rhythm of slapstick and sharp dialogue that elevates the film’s “goofy gags” from mere filler to delightful highlights—think a pie fight in a diner that turns into a theological debate, or a car chase where Honey’s motorcycle flips through the air like a rejected Looney Tunes idea. Critics gripe it’s too messy, too reliant on style over substance, but that’s missing the point: this is pulp fiction for the TikTok generation, where the spectacle is the star. I’ve chatted with friends about it, and even skeptics admit it’s a “guilty pleasure if you’re in the mood for nonsense.” It’s empowering, too—Qualley’s portrayal of a female detective breaking ceilings in a male-dominated genre is as subversive as it is entertaining, reminding us that neo-noir doesn’t have to be dark and brooding to be badass.
And now, for our third and arguably most notorious pick: “The Kissing Booth” from 2018, sitting at a dreadful 17% on Rotten Tomatoes, making it the poster child for critically panned yet secretly beloved flicks. This teen rom-com follows late-blooming high schooler Elle Evans (Joey King), who’s hitting junior year and suddenly turning heads among her male peers. To capitalize on the attention, Elle mans the kissing booth at her school’s fundraiser—only for a hilarious mix-up to land her lip-to-lip with her best friend’s hot older brother, Noah (Jacob Elordi, pre-“Euphoria” stardom, radiating that brooding bad-boy charm). Elle’s had a crush on Noah for ages, but this complicates everything, pitting her deep friendship with Noah’s kid brother, Lee (Joel Courtney, full of earnest sweetness), against this new romance that’s equal parts thrilling and taboo. The plot unravels like a soap opera on fast-forward: secrets spill, relationships fray, and by the end, you’re left questioning if this is empowerment or teenage melodrama. Honestly, this recommendation might not “count” for a list of underrated picks because, let’s face it, “The Kissing Booth” isn’t a good movie—it’s objectively bad. But here’s the kicker: it’s so delightfully awful that it loops back around to glorious, like a train wreck you can’t look away from.
Why include it, then? Because embracing the bad can be liberating when it’s as shameless as this. Joey King’s lead performance is all wide-eyed enthusiasm masking a performance that’s, well, improbable—she flutters through scenes like a caricature, delivering lines that scream “written by algorithms.” Yet, that’s part of the guilty thrill; it’s campy in ways that mock the genre itself. Jacob Elordi, meanwhile, does his darnedest as the moody love interest, his smoldering glares contrasting hilariously with the story’s silliness. And that plot? It’s stupendously dumb, packed with tropes like forbidden crushes, carnival mishaps, and a “will they or won’t they” tension that’s predictable in the most satisfying way. I’ve watched this with girlfriends on rainy evenings, and we’d pause to mock every trope while secretly rooting for Elle. Critics slam it for shallow storytelling and stereotypical characters, but for rom-com junkies, it’s catnip—predictable, frothy, and utterly mindless. Ditto for the sequels, “The Kissing Booth 2” and “3,” which escalate the absurdity with international twists and more kissing booth chaos. They’re trainwrecks of comedy that somehow charm, serving as reminders that not all art needs depth to entertain. In a world obsessed with deep critiques, films like this are rebellious acts of dumb fun. So, if you’re like me and thrive on irony, queue them up—because sometimes, the worst scores yield the best laughs, proving cinema’s power to surprise in the least expected ways. After all, isn’t that what binge-watching is for: discovering that perfection isn’t always the goal? Let’s keep hunting for those hidden treasures.
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