I have to hand it to you, Drafthouse Films. Where do you find this stuff?

I have to hand it to you, Drafthouse Films. Where do you find this stuff?

The film distribution arm of the Austin, Texas-based Alamo Drafthouse Cinema chain has an uncanny knack for finding cult releases in search of a cult. They are masters of so-bad-it's-good cinema (in addition to some legitimate indie releases).

They gave a theatrical release to 1987's "Miami Connection," a low-budget martial arts movie co-directed by its star Y.K. Kim, one of those movies that make you ask, "Have the people who made this ever even seen a movie?" It's so good.

Earlier this year, they dusted off "Roar," an insane movie made by clearly insane people who filmed with actual lions and tigers - and got the injuries to prove it.

Drafthouse's latest WTF-sterpiece is "Dangerous Men," the work of Iranian-born John Rad (srsly?), who wrote, directed, produced, executive produced and scored the movie. Oh, and he did so over 20 years.

"Dangerous Men" is a tale of, well, I don't know. I've seen it, and I don't know. It sort of starts as a tale of a woman getting violent revenge on the man who killed her boyfriend and tried to rape her. Then she gets violent revenge on another man who tries to rape her. Then there's something about a (white) crime boss named Black Pepper.

Like the best worst movies, there's a strange quality to this movie that seems to not speak the movie language at all. Fumbling edits, bad acting, maybe the most incomprehensible plot ever and a wildly inappropriate score? They're all here.

I'm a connoisseur of these movies, and I'd place this in the second tier (it's no "The Room" or "Birdemic" or "Troll 2").

Still, that's with seeing it on a Tuesday in a room with a couple other movie critics. This one is meant to be watched in a rowdy theater after a few beers. This weekend affords you that chance.

"Dangerous Men"

Opens Friday at the Gateway Film Center