In no particular order:
Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny
The Beast of Yucca Flats
Red Zone Cuba/Night Train to Mundo Fine
Birdemic
Manos: The Hands of Fate
I think someone ought to make a movie
about the making of Manos. The eccentric West Texas fertilizer salesman with delusions of cinematic grandeur barking orders at his hapless, half-witted cast and crew - including the community theater actor who wore a centaur costume while tripping on acid - while his passive-aggressive cameramen respond to every on-set disaster and mishap with, "We can fix it in post-production," practically writes itself.
