Bad movies come in many varieties. There are catastrophic, painful failures like 5 to 7. There are the glorious, seemingly impossible charmers like Winter’s Tale, so inept that they quickly transcend their mistakes to become raucous comedies. Then, on the opposite end of the spectrum is a genre often ignored and usually misunderstood. Dumb plots, bad acting and silly monsters make up part of the formula for what we might call the “made-for-Netflix” B-movie. This year, the Tribeca Film Festival gave audiences a rare treat by showing two of these formulaic gems on the big screen. Indigenous and Zombeavers were the two most absurd films in the Midnight section, brashly silly “creature features” that don’t have an ounce of sense between them. The first involves a surfing trip to Panama that winds up in the Darien Gap on the border with Colombia. What’s hiding in the jungle? The Chupacabra, of course! Zombeavers, meanwhile, is a bit easier to figure out from the title. There’s a sudden attack of beavers that are also zombies in the idyllic countryside of Indiana!