Welcome back to Junkfood Cinema; we know who you are, and we saw what you ate. If you are the sort of cinemaphile that only indulges in the choicest, most quality films from around the globe, then you should already aware that you hate me. I am the purveyor of cheap, half-rancid treats and Junkfood Cinema is the food truck from which I offer my wares. Every week we examine exactly what makes a bad film bad and why sometimes no lack of stars, tomatoes, or upright thumbs can keep us away from them. To make sure this column does actual physical harm to you in the real world and not just threatens your brain cell count via the web, I will pair each film with a delicious, if wholly unhealthy, snack food item. Today’s film is BASEketball, bon appetit!