When I was a freshman in college, I found a movie that changed my life.
No, not 'The Royal Tenenbaums' or 'Casablanca.' It was the decidedly less-profound 'Southie: Toughest Neighborhood in America.'
Procured on a whim from a bargain bin at Newbury Comics in Boston, 'Southie' quickly became a cult classic in my dorm. It was so bad, it became good. Almost.