What is it that takes a bad film from being boring-bad to kablooey-brain-amazing-bad? Whatever it is, Neil Breen’s Fateful Findings has it in spades. Chronicling a man’s campaign to expose government secrets and reconnect with his magic-spirituality soul mate, the film never stops exploding with awfulness, from wooden dialogue to spit-take-worthy action sequences and mind-bending plot points. It’s a negative masterwork, easily the peer of The Room and Miami Connection, and all fans of awesomely terrible cinema need to see it. (Egyptian Theater, 801 E Pine St, thestranger.com/siff, midnight, $12)

David Schmader—former weed columnist and Stranger associate editor—is the author of the solo plays Straight and Letter to Axl, which he’s performed in Seattle and across the US. His latest...