Idle Hands is an extremely 2000-era film, staring a bunch of kids who’d go on to significant careers, and it bombed. But it has a quality that makes it invincible: it knows exactly how stupid it is. Whatever level a film is on, so long as it correctly believes it’s on that level, it can get away with anything. And a movie about teenage slackers dealing with their friend’s right hand being poltergeisted into sex, drugs, and violence was under no delusions of being high art.

Speaking of “high art,” that’s half of why it flopped. It’s a stoner comedy you absolutely should not watch while stoned. The other half is that it came out right after 9/11, as a glib time capsule of peak late-90s irony and self-awareness, when nobody was in the mood to see it and the studio wasn’t about to waste money selling them on it.

Is it a great movie? Fuck no. But chances are vanishingly low you’ve ever seen it, and it’s an example of horror-comedy that does a decent job of both.