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Nativity 3: Dude, Where's My Donkey? is a catastrophic failure of a holiday movie. The threequel of the British holiday franchise stars Martin Clunes as Mr. Shepherd, a teacher who loses his memory when the nativity donkey kicks him in the head. The film's plot, which has the pupils of St. Bernadette's trying to get Mr. Shepherd to New York and remember Christmas with his fiancee (Catherine Tate), is a disorganized mess filled with ear-piercingly bad dialogue. The few characters who returned from previous Nativity! movies have grossly devolved into flanderized caricatures of themselves and repeat the same mistakes they've done in previous films without any of the charm. The film also features cheap-as-chips sets and horrific musical numbers filled with poorly-synced choreography. As identified by the 3.5 rating on IMDb, moviegoers and critics alike in the UK have blasted the film to hell and back, to the extent that Entertainment One has removed the like/dislike and comment features from its trailer on YouTube. Mark Kermodeshares his thoughts here and Matthew Buck gives his two-cents here and would later call this film the 3rd worst film he saw at the cinemas during an episode of The Film Brain Podcast, which featured guests Ashens and Oliver Harper. When Clunes did a guest spot on Have I Got News for You, not only did the panel constantly take the piss, but Clunes also joined in with the bashing.
The rights to distribute this movie were eventually bought up by Troma Studios, who repackaged it as Curse of the Cannibal Confederates and proudly declared it to be one of the worst films in its library. I say again: It's one of the worst films in the library of Troma Studios. And as terrifying a statement as that is, [Night of Horror] is that much worse.
Not Cool is Shane Dawson's attempt into a film career by directing and starring the movie, about a group of friends in Pennsylvania who reunite for Thanksgiving. Sadly the movie is full of unfunny jokes, ethnic stereotypes and poor pacing. It has a 14% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, with an average of 2.1. I Hate Everything reviews it here.
"Talking animals with no explanation, poor acting, twins characters that the filmmakers couldn't keep track of, poor science, scenes that add nothing to the rest of the movie, poor writing, comedy that isn't funny, poor special effects, annoying repetitious use of documentary technique for scene transitions, and alien protagonists that unintentionally resemble giant pieces of fecal matter."
The Open House is a huge misstep in Netflix's efforts in producing original feature films made exclusively for their streaming platform. It tries to execute a mystery premise in which a mother and her son move into a relative's house in the mountains, where they experience odd things and they suspect that someone is watching them from inside the house. The movie is very dull and boring, taking 40 minutes of content at best and padding it out to feature-length. It also wastes the talents of its cast and has them play one-note characters that barely have meaningful interactions with each other in favor of a Cliché Storm that shoves in jump scares, a fakeout dream sequence, Idiot Ball moments, and a Red Herring or two. All of this was done to build up to one of the worst executions of The Un-Reveal in recent history where basically everything that happened beforehand was retroactively made pointless. Elvis the Alien gives a good breakdown of the movie here, and Doctor Wolfula covers it here.
Outtakes is an obscure and astoundingly non-funny No Budget sketch-comedy from 1987, sadly remembered as the last movie for F Troop's Forrest Tucker. A would-be satire of modern pop-culture, Outtakes fails on all possible levels, with skits ranging from the tediously lengthy to the moronically offensive. This damning assessment is far more amusing than the actual movie. Somewhat improbably, despite condemnation from all circles, the movie actually spawned an equally humor-challenged sequel (also directed by Jack M. Sell who wittily entitled it More Outtakes).
Parentesi Tonde (Literally "Round Brackets" in Italian) is an Italian comedy film that has been totally forgotten for every reason conceivable. It's a 2006 No Budget film with an All-Star Cast led by popular TV personalities who were quite famous at the time, such as Raffaella Lecciso, Giucas Casella and Eva Henger. It had horrid direction, writing and image quality, the acting is so awkward that it can't be even called "acting", with dialogue that makes no sense even in context, and it doesn't help that the audio quality sounds like something recorded in a bathtub. The plot is incoherent and disjointed, jumping between uninteresting situations and confused subplots, and ending with the main character realizing that the entire film is just a dream of hers. It flopped at the box office, earning just 9,000 euros after being screened in just nine theaters in all of Italy, was trashed by critics, and got a 1.6 score on IMDB. The director and cast were so ashamed of it that they did not release it on DVD (altough it does exist on DVD, but sold by companies so desperate for money that they bought the film's rights) and did not air it on TV, except for a few local cable channels no one cared about.
Pimp is a 2009 mockumentary that was directed by, co-produced by, co-written by, and starring Robert Cavanah. Cavanah plays Woody, a Soho pimp who works for Stanley, a mob boss played by Danny Dyer. Through the course of the week, Woody gets caught up in involvement with Chinese triads and snuff webcasters. This perfectly interesting plot is ultimately wasted, no thanks to the film's dreadful acting, rambling and directionless story, lack of insight to the sex industry, and oblivious direction. These issues were enough to convince the critics and viewers alike to trash Pimp to kingdom come, as the film got a 0% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 2.8 rating on IMDb. Pimp was also a disastrous Box Office Bomb in the UK that has yet to receive an international release, as it got pulled after only one screening on its opening day. Listen to the Mark Kermode review here if you're interested.
Pink: El rosa no es como lo pintam is a 2016 "religious drama" by Mexican director Paco Del Toro about a gay couple who adopts a boy. All potential this story had is utterly lost because the nuance required for the premise to work was never Del Toro's intent; the film is anti-gay propaganda created in response to Mexico legalizing gay marriage, portraying gay men as effeminate, promiscuous and even predatory. To make matters worse, the main character turns straight after converting to Christianity (he was just gay because of his bad relationship with his father) while his partner contracts HIV. Besides its blatant homophobia, the movie has lousy acting, writing and direction. It currently is rated 1.6 on IMDb. Watch MxGerryNava video (in Spanish) reviewing the movie here.
Piranha 3DD, the sequel to Piranha 3D, is one of those movies that could've been So Bad, It's Good in so many ways, but fails miserably. The first film merged elements of seriousness with comedy, but 3DD instead took things into a much more Denser and Wackier direction. The piranhas do incredibly outrageous crap even compared to its predecessor (for example, a piranha swims up a woman's vagina, rests there for a while-she doesn't even notice-and finally emerges to attack her boyfriend's penis). The acting is predictably terrible (save for Ving Rhames, who gives a passionate Pre Ass Kicking One Liner), its plot is inspired by (read: ripped off) Jaws 3D, of all movies, and they even managed to make David Hasselhoff lame. It ended up with a generous 12% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 3.8 on IMDB. Chris Stuckmann as well as both critics in Schmoes Know called this the worst movie of 2012. The Co Host 3000 and Cyrus of Spill also gave their thoughts on the movie here.
Released in 1987, Plutonium Baby stands as a prime example of how not to make a B-Movie. Thanks to deplorable directing and editing, the film makes several sharp jumps in settings and plot points without any warning whatsoever. Speaking of plot, the story is excessively slow and filled with painful dialogue, weak special effects and pathetic acting. Oh, and what about the title character? He doesn't appear until the last few seconds of the movie! As if that wasn't enough, fans of over-the-top horror/nasty movies like films from Troma view this film unfavorably due to the lack of gore and the wasted potential of the title monster, as it currently "boasts" a 2.4 IMDb rating. You know this film is a fiasco when The Cinema Snob compares this film unfavorably to Nukie above, as he did in this review.
Pure Hearts: Into Chinese Showbiz is a film which quickly shot into infamy within China, to where mocking it has become a meme. The film is a massive Cliché Storm made near incomprehensible due to having to somehow trying to manage 11 plotlines at once, the majority of which only serve to add more popular film tropes, even when said tropes are sensitive subject matter such as rape and suicide. The presentation of the film is overshot and gaudy, frequently wasting time on showing how "rich" it is, even dedicating the end credits to this, yet it has the gall to try calling out Chinese showbiz for something it's doing constantly. To top it off, the acting is a consistently low quality, the main storyline is purely about sating the ego of the main star who just happens to also be writer and director, and the film is bursting with misogynistic depictions of women that frames them as either bastions of purity or gold-digging sluts. The film also has a very questionable production history; all of the actors were unpaid, most of them still students at that, and were frequently bullied and pushed around, leading to nine of them leaving over the course of production. Accented Films covers the trainwreck here.
Raiders of the Lost Shark - a would-be horror Mockbuster that — even by mockbuster standards — manages to fail on every level. The plot is equal partsJaws and Deep Blue Sea: A genetically engineered great white shark escapes its military lab into an inland lake on a private islandnote We find out how near the end of the movie: It can fly. and proceeds to devour every human in its sight. The kills are silly and repetitive: Most can be described as "Woman in bikini stands in waist-high water. Shark bigger than she is manages to sneak up, dive out of the water, swallow her whole, and disappear, the blood splatter of the kill being bigger than the splash coming into or out of the water." The writing is awful, the acting is worse and the special effects (the shark kills) seemed to have been completely and haphazardly lifted from the original Sharknado. Currently sports a 1.7 on IMDB and an audience score of 7% on Rotten Tomatoes.
When The Nostalgia Critic challenged The Angry Video Game Nerd to review the worst "nostalgic" movie he could find, he found Ricky 1 - a movie so obscure, he remarked that the copy he found was probably the same he saw at a video shop when he was a kid. Although the film was meant to be a parody of the Rocky franchise, Ricky 1 ends up as a flick that suffers from poor editing, cheap-looking sets and costumes, and clueless directing. What's worse, Ricky 1 takes the usual characteristics of bad parody films and somehow makes films from Seltzer and Friedberg look inspired in comparison. Unfunny sight gags? Check. Lousy, outdated puns? Yep. A juvenile, trite, and just plain annoying sense of humor? That too. Overall, it's no wonder why Ricky 1 currently has a 1.5 on IMDb and a 6% audience rating on Rotten Tomatoes. In case you're interested, The Angry Video Game Nerd shares his thoughts here and you can watch the full movie here.
Rock: It's Your Decision is quite possibly one of the worst Christian propaganda films ever made. It concerns a Christian boy named Jeff, a rock music fanatic who concerns his mom, because she believes that all rock is evil and that he is harming himself by listening to it. He is then given a dare from a preacher to give it up for a week and research why it's "bad", and then becomes a fundamentalist, bigoted jerkass who alienates his friends by chewing them out for simply listening to the music they like. The film is utterly painful to watch as Jeff claims several things about rock (such as it being occultist) that he never backs up, and he winds up becoming an unlikable protagonist who is forced to hate something he likes, while his friends become Designated Villains who bring up several good points about why Jeff is wrong—among other things, he makes Melissa cancel her plans to go to a rock concert and forces her to listen to another station in the car, and gets pissed at Marty for simply playing (instrumental) rock at his party. The film ends with a mind-numbingly stupid speech from Jeff, who then makes up a huge list of Satanic songs that includes Santana's "Evil Ways" (even though the song begins with "You've got to change your evil ways"), Jefferson Starship's "Dance with the Dragon" (which is about the Chinese Year of the Dragon, not a Satanic dragon), The Rolling Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil" (which is written from Satan's view and has him claiming responsibility for various historical atrocities), AC/DC's "Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be" (which is a metaphor and is about a narcissistic man tormented by the women he hooks up with), and also bashes songs by milder artists such as Barry Manilow, Rod Stewart and (get this) Captain & Tennille just for having suggestive but largely non-explicit mentions of sex or referencing magic. With poor camera quality, terrible messages, no mention of Christian rock music anywhere, and hints of homophobia near the end, it's no wonder why the film has received such notoriety. The film has a 1.6 rating on IMDb, and was torn apart by several reviewers: Shock Cinemahere, Letterboxdhere, Brad Jones on DVD-R Hellhere, and Emer Prevosthere.
The film adaptation of Ray Cooney's hit West End play Run for Your Wife. The film stars Danny Dyer (making his second appearance in this folder - see Pimp above) as a bigamist taxi driver who deceives his wives (Denise Van Outen and Sarah Harding) to keep them away from each other. However, whereas the play was a well-received farce, its film adaptation ended up as yet another Awful British Sex Comedy that failed miserably. This is thanks to horrible acting, a confused plot, retrograde and misogynistic attitudes toward women, excessive and pointless cameos from celebrities such asJudi Denchand Ray Winstone,note The film is so overloaded with cameos that it has the bizarre distinction of being the last film of at least five veteran performers: Rona Anderson, Francis Matthews, Bill Pertwee, Donald Sinden, and Frank Thornton. and a lack of timing for lazy, uninspired jokes. The horrible casting decisions such as making Danny Dyer the lead character of this movie adds insult to injury. The perfect storm of these shortcomings allowed Run for Your Wife to earn a 0% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 2.5 on IMDb, with many critics commonly comparing this film unfavorably to Sex Lives of the Potato Men (one critic declared that thanks to this, Movie 43 was now only the second worst movie of the year). Run for Your Wife was also a Box Office Bomb in the UK, earning only £747 at the box office, and effectively finished Danny Dyer's film career. Mark Kermode shares his thoughts on the matter here.
Santa with Muscles is a Hulk Hogan movie that makes other Hulk Hogan movies seem like cinematic masterpieces. The plot revolves around Blake Throne (Hogan), a fitness guru who sells health products under his name. He makes a paintball game for his employees after refusing to give a charitable donation. Their speeding and all-round roughhousing catches the attention of the local authorities. Hulk escapes into a mall, changes into a Santa outfit, hides in the trash, and gets whacked on the head. The mall elf convinces Blake that he's the real Santa Claus... and the film goes downhill from there. The Idiot Ball's passed around a lot adults believe a famous bodybuilder is Santa, the Mooks are easily dispatched by children, police officers are armed with rocket launchers, etc. And it has almost nothing to do with Christmas besides Santa. It's a cheesy action flick. This is considered one of IMDb's top 100 worst movies of all time and barely got recognition when it hit theaters. You will not be surprised to hear that Mila Kunis (whose big-screen debut this was - she plays one of the kids) would rather you didn't bring it up. The Spoony Onehas reviewed it, as didThe Agony Booth, and Cecil defends it... but keep in mind: His show is called Good Bad Flicks.
Saving Christmas, a film by Growing Pains star turned evangelist Kirk Cameron that has been cited as one of the worst Christmas movies ever made. The production values are like those of a home movie, thanks in no small part to director/co-star Darren Doane being known primarily as a director of music videos, not of feature films. It also has terrible actors (Cameron stars As Himself yet still feels stilted; Doane is clearly not an actor; and nearly everyone else is actual members of Cameron's family), including one character that would fit every stereotype in the Sassy Black Woman trope (other than being male) and another character who espouses conspiracy theories yet his overall attitude seems to actually make him a parody of conspiracy theorists and people who believe in the "War on Christmas" (nevermind that the latter group is probably the one target audience the movie would've had, meaning that they basically cast people of their own side as crazy people) and a plot that goes nowhere. Its greatest sin, though, is how it's built around the message that the True Meaning of Christmas is all about crass commercialism, portraying the guy criticizing the materialism of the holiday as a strawman for Cameron to cut down with painful contortions of history and Scripture. To top it all off, Cameron tried to get his fans to flood sites like Rotten Tomatoes with positive reviews, which backfired predictably and led to a torrent of negative reviews that sent the film to the top of IMDb's Bottom 100 in a heartbeat. He still refuses to acknowledge that he made a terrible film, instead blaming the scorchingly negative publicity on "haters and atheists." The movie wound up "winning" the most Golden Raspberry Awards that year, including Worst Actor and Worst Picture. Oddity Archive has a look at the movie here. Brad Jones and the rest of Team Snob were so flabbergasted by the film's astounding awfulness that they ended up posting three separate reviews on Midnight Screenings, and a year later Brad did a Cinema Snobreview of it. You can also watch the reviews by Smegheadhere, I Hate Everythinghere, and Kyle Nortyhere.
Segurança Nacional is an attempt to cash in onThe Elite Squad's success by making a Brazilian action movie. However, it lacks everything that made the latter memorable by having a ridiculous story about Latin American drug dealers who aim to explode an atomic bomb in Santa Catarina (seriously), laughable and inexplicable action scenes (the main character and his girlfriend make out while a bomb is about to explode), blatant patriotic symbolism and bizarre dialogue. It is currently rated 3.5 on IMDb. Brazilian youtuber Tralhas do Jon tears it apart here (in Portuguese).
The Seeker, very loosely adapted from The Dark Is Rising. It takes not caring to new and amazing levels the screenwriter didn't read the whole book, and the director admitted that he hated fantasy. The result was about what you'd expect, only worse. They changed so much so badly that the movie was universally loathed not just by the fanbase, but by critics and viewers who'd never read the book. The Stantons are a large, loving British family in the book; they're now an American expy of the Weasleys, if they were dysfunctional and one-dimensional. Main character Will is a thoughtful, wise-for-his-years eleven-year-old in the book; he's now a Jerkass, whiny fourteen-year-old who's more interested in using his powers to impress girls than accomplishing his quest. The plot was butchered almost beyond recognition, bearing very little resemblance to the source material. The writer and director took pride in throwing out the Celtic Mythology elements that gave the series its depth. The movie was so terrible, it's difficult to imagine how anyone would've thought it would do anything other than bomb horribly... which it did. It had the third-weakest debut of any movie ever in over 3000 theaters, note Behind Hoot and The Rhythm Section. and holds the record for the largest theater-drop (the number of cinemas who dumped it from their lineup after the obligatory three weekends). It's made worse by the fact that the trailers described scenes not in the movie. Here's The Agony Booth's take on it.
Sex Lives of the Potato Men, a 2004 attempt at reviving the Awful British Sex Comedy genre, is about the sex lives of a group of potato delivery men in Birmingham. Throw in a terrible director, a script devoid of taste or humor, appallingly-awful performances from the two leading actors (Mackenzie Crook and Johnny Vegas) who were both made to look as grotesque as possible just for the Squick factor of them trying to have sex and a supporting cast with Brummie accents so thick you can't make out a word of what they're saying. The result? A movie described by critic Christopher Tookey as "enough to put you off sex, and films, for life" and in national newspaper The Times as "one of the two most nauseous films ever made". The producers even admitted it in the film's tagline: "The search for the lowest form of life on the planet is over." To cap it all, the film was widely criticized because one-third of its £3,000,000 budget was public money from the National Lottery granted by the UK Film Council. How bad was it? Between this film and Fat Slags, there was actually public discussion over the decline of the British film industry. While many films may make you worry about the cinematic artform, it takes a special film to make an entire country suspect their film studios are falling apart. Emer Prevostshares his thoughts here.
Mae West's final film, Sextette, concerns the octogenarians marriage to the 32-year-old Timothy Dalton, which is obsessively covered by a series of newscasters including Regis Philbin, Rona Barrett, and Gil Stratton. West is coated in makeup and shot in soft focus to hide the fact that she was 85 years old at the time of filming and looked every day of it. On top of all of that, it's a musical featuring such numbers as a cast of bellboys singing "Hooray for Hollywood", and West and Dalton themselves covering the Captain and Tenille's "Love Will Keep Us Together". Ex-husbands are played by George Hamilton (a film noir gangster), Ringo Starr (a temperamental director), and Tony Curtis doing an Anton Chekov Berlitz Annex of Russian Stereotypes; they all show up to prevent the newlyweds from having sex. Keith Moon (who died of a drug overdose six months after this film was released) shows up as a gay fashion designer, Alice Cooper shows up and sings the final song, Dom De Luise does a soft-shoe number on top of a piano singing "Honey Pie" by The Beatles, numerous Mr. Universes show up and flex... and there's a subplot about Mae and her new hubby both being secret agents. If any of this sounds even vaguely amusing, it's being told wrong. This is a black hole of comedy, failing at the box office despite the wattage of its cast, and it's probable that at least some of the Fan Disservice is Fetish Retardant. Check out Diamanda Hagan's words on the matter here.Musical Hellalso tore it apart.
The title of Shark Exorcist may make it sound like it's a fun cheeseball B-movie, but the reality is very different. The plot is disjointed and incomprehensible, coming off as more of a series of events happening with no rhyme or reason. Even taking this into account, there are multiple scenes that serve no discernible purpose. The main plot ends 45 minutes in, with the rest of the runtime spent on two Filler scenes that are only tangentially related to the plot and were obviously made to pad out the movie. The acting is stilted, awkward, and unnatural, with actors looking and performing like they're in a really bad porno flick. The special effects and production values wouldn't even pass on YouTube. Even the lighting and sound mixing are horrible, and the cameraman's labored breathing is clearly audible multiple times! All in all, it's a boring, confusing, incompetent mess that barely even meets the definition of a "movie", and is a chore to sit through. Is it any wonder the movie has a rating of 1.3 on IMDb? I Hate Everythingreviewed it and called it the worst movie he'd ever seen by that point and Best of the Worstwarns people to stay away from it, finding it worse than Bigfoot vs. D.B. Cooper, their previous "worst movie ever".
Show Dogs, a buddy cop dog movie that has all the makings of a crappy direct-to-video release, but somehow got a wide theatrical release. It involves a cop and a dog who are partnered up to infiltrate a crime ring that steals valuable animals and sells them to the highest bidder, all backstage behind a popular dog show. The Idiot Plot runs entirely on Fridge Logic that makes the movie fall apart if you even take two minutes to think about feasibility of the criminal's grand plan. All the actors give lifeless performances playing flat characters that spew insipid jokes mostly consisting of a Hurricane of Puns involving canines and shallow pop culture references worthy of the early 2000s (for instance, a zip-lining tiger makes a Life of Pi reference just because he's a tiger.) The production design and special effects are horrendously cheap (due to the film being made on a budget of just $5.5 million), occasionally dipping into the Uncanny Valley with the artificial animal expressions. By far the most infamous scenes in the movie (which were removed for the home release) are where the cop dog has to learn how to endure the experience of getting his genitals inspected during the dog show, which he does by going to his Happy Place where he dances with his human partner in the style of Dirty Dancing. This led to the film becoming the target ofaccusations from parents that it was normalizing child grooming. Brad and Dave reviewed this movie for Midnight Screenings, where they unfavorably compare it to The Emoji Movie. I Hate Everything also gives it a look here, and Chris Stuckmann also takes a look at its trailer here with his dog Zeev. Mark Kermode, in his review, declared that "no dogs is better thanShow Dogs", and drew particular attention to a moment where a character remarks that no one makes movies about talking dogs any more, even as the film demonstrates exactly why no one makes those movies any more.
The Smokers is a 2000 film that can make even the most experienced gross-out film viewers sick. Basically, the plot is about smokers who are tired of only getting one-night-stands with men. Their plan for revenge? Torturing and raping the men in a semen-filled barn. Mind you, this revolting plot is entirely Played for Laughs. Add lazy direction and unlikeable protagonists, and you got a disaster that deserves its 2.2 score on IMDb. Not surprisingly, this would prove to be the only "legit" film directed by Kat Slater (credited here under her real name Christina Peters), whose subsequent work has entirely been in pornography. A review can be found here, and here are Emer Prevost's thoughts.
The Snowman is a Jo Nesbø adaptation that is almost unanimously considered one of the worst movies of 2017. The basic premise of a Serial Killer who leaves snowmen as his calling card (something that the source material played for Black Comedy instead of playing it dead seriously like the film tries to do) is the least of the film's problems, the main one being the editing. Despite the contributions of two famed editors, Claire Simpson and Thelma Schoonmaker note Claire Simpson was the initial editor for the movie but after seeing the mess Universal got due to the movie lacking a lot of necessary footage, they asked Schoonmaker, by Scorsese's request, to reedit the movie as best as she could., the way the film is edited makes it almost completely incoherent, with multiple scenes ending on bizarre notes, frequently referencing things left out from the final cut and creating numerous plot holes, made worse by the director's own admission that they weren't able to shoot 10-15% of the script due to the film's Troubled Production. This also leads to some very strange occurrences, such as multiple secondary characters outright vanishing from the story and the music the killer plays changing without any explanation. Even leaving the incoherent editing aside, the film's handling of the source material renders it a dull Cliché Storm, with some elements (such as the killer's motivation) making no sense, and a large amount of screentime is devoted to a subplot created exclusively for the film concerning the Nordic Winter Games that ultimately adds nothing to the film and, despite boasting a very impressive cast that includes Michael Fassbender in the lead, a lot of the acting is dull and lifeless, the worst by far being the casting of a very visibly ill Val Kilmer, whose poor health they attempt to mask through blatantly obvious dubbing. The result is a gross of $6.7mil in the US, a 28 on Metacritic and an 8% on Rotten Tomatoes. Watch Matthew Buck rip it apart in his Projector review here. You can also watch Double Toasted tear it apart here, and Smeghead questioning why the Razzies didnt nominate it here. Chris Stuckmann also talks about it here, where he considers the film's great cinematography and cast members' somewhat-decent performances to be the few redeeming aspects of the film, and he named it the tenth worst film he'd seen in 2017. The biggest cultural impact this film really had was a brief meme stemming from its hilariously badofficial poster.
Son of the Mask is a failure of a family comedy with loose ties to The Mask at best. When the writing (complete with humongous Idiot Plot) isn't built around completely childish jokes, it's jumping between Nightmare Fuel, Stock Footage, plagiarism of said stock footage, and obvious, heavyhanded morals. The cast (and after a few minutes, setting) are completely replaced, and none of them act properly. The direction is clueless, nearly all of the characters are completely unlikable, and the CGI is consistently hackneyed. Perhaps the most baffling fault is the inclusion of Loki (Alan Cumming) who is looking for the mask, despite the original film establishing that what gave the mask its power is the fact that Loki is imprisoned inside of it. The film barely made back two-thirds of its budget, and it got a 2.1/10 on IMDb, a 6% on Rotten Tomatoes, and a 20/100 on Metacritic. It also got the most nominations of the 26th Razzies convention (including winning an award for "Worst Remake or Sequel") and the 75th ranking on Rotten Tomatoes's Worst of the Worst 2009 list. Jamie Kennedy's career nearly ended right there, and in response, he co-created a low-budget documentary built largely on decrying criticism. Here's the Nostalgia Critic's take on this shipwreck of a movie. He later considered it the second-worst sequel in existence, behind only Troll 2.
Although The Pink Panther films were already on the decline, after Peter Sellersdied all of a sudden, Son of the Pink Panther, the ninth, is hands-down considered nadir. Taking place ten years after Curse of the Pink Panther, the film stars Inspector Clouseau's bastard son Jacques Gambrelli (Roberto Benigni, in one of his first international film roles). Chief Inspector Dreyfus sends Gambrelli to rescue Princess Yasmin of Lugash. Given that he's is supposed to have the same personality and traits as his father, you'd think he would be just as funny as Sellers' Clouseau. Alas, you would be wrong. Benigni's performance may be charming at times, but it can't save the horribly-written script, overused slapstick jokes, confusing storyline, and bland, tired retreads of past films' humor. Even the opening credits, featuring the animated Pink Panther character, fall flat. Son of... was released to universally negative reaction, currently boasting a 6% score on Rotten Tomatoes, the lowest of the any Pink Panther film. Benigni almost lost his overseas reputation to a Razzie nomination for Worst New Star, until he bounced back with Life Is Beautiful. Adding salt to the wound, the movie grossed just $2.4 million against a $28 million budget, joining Last Action Hero and Super Mario Bros. as one of 1993's biggest summer flops. And to top it all off, the original Pink Panther franchise died for good; co-creator and director Blake Edwards became disillusioned with film-making and retired, and composer Henry Mancini was stuck with this as his swansong when he died the following year. David Mills of The Washington Post summed up his feelings about the movie and expressed fears of further Sequelitis in his review for Son of... in 1993:
Species - The Awakening is a thoroughly awful movie featuring a normally phenomenal actor, Ben Cross, who very obviously couldn't get any other job at the time. The majority of the movie could be characterised as "Ben Cross runs from poor CGI". It has little or nothing to do with the alien-mating motif of the cult classic original and is still much, much worse than Species II or even Species III. It never comes close to the fetish nature of its predecessors, preferring to focus on a story with the depth of a grade school story about aliens with occasional hints of pre-adolescent sexuality thrown in. It was thoroughly panned by many Species fans as being nothing more than a cash-in attempt, described as a what-if? scenario of having the original film's character raise the alien hybrid as his own offspring (well, niece) rather than in a laboratory, having to make a Sadistic Choice to save her.
The Starfighters, another common candidate for "films that are almost unwatchable even on MST3K", is much more boring than a movie about fighter pilots has any right to be. It details the lives of US Air Force pilots as they... don't do anything. Scenes of routine flight tests, mundane conversations about corn detasseling, and a half-assed romantic angle that doesn't go anywhere are what pass for the plot of what may be one of the most boring movies ever made about the military. A popular "game" when watching the film is to defy the person next to you to name a single character by the film's halfway point. As one YouTube user said, "If I were in the Air Force, and it was actually this boring, I would pray for a war to break out, just so I could finally get some action — or get killed. Either would be better than this."
Still Flowin' - The Movie by none other than rapper Raed Melki (whose music is covered here and here). It contains three songs, all of which are even more random and disorganized than his usual standards, while the rest of the movie is Raed and company just... doing things. The audio editing is awful, and the writing's even worse. Good luck watching it all the way through with more than 20 brain cells remaining by the end of it...
Surf School is a 2006 film that takes a crack at the late '90s/early '00s era of teen movies, which gave us cult classics such as American Pie, Road Trip, and Euro Trip. Thing is, Surf School fails to remotely understand what made its predecessors click with their audiences. Instead of giving viewers a story of relatable teenagers who grow closer as a result of the hijinks they face, Surf School gives us a lazy Cliché Storm that is loaded with stereotypical characters that would make a viewer punch his or her TV. As if that isn't enough, the jokes are painfully unfunny and excessively crude even for teen movies, relying on notions of bestiality and a running gag of an old couple talk about all the sex they have for the "laughs". Those who watch teen movies for the hijinks are going to hate this too, as the ones featured here are dull, boring, and done way better by its predecessors. The only funny thing that came from this is when Harland Williams was asked why he doesn't list this film on his film credits, he replied "You actually saw that piece of shit?!" Perhaps it also has to do with the fact that Surf School has a 2.0 on IMDb...
The 2002 remake of Swept Away with Madonna, directed by her then-husband Guy Ritchie. The first half consists of a fingernails-scratching-the-chalkboard shouting match between the two main characters (seriously; just argue with your friend, spouse, or children for 40 minutes, occasionally shoving each other, and you've pretty much seen it); the second half's a misogynistic fantasy in which Madonna's character pretty much seems to fall in love with the male lead after he rapes her. The film brought in less than $600,000 at the box office, got a 5% on Rotten Tomatoes, and won five Razzie Awards, including "Worst Picture" and "Worst Remake or Sequel". It also permanently ended Madonna's career as an actress. Eegah-Taki wrote out a review of it that can be found here, as didTodd in the Shadows.
They Saved Hitler's Brain takes B-movie badness to previously uncharted regions. The bulk of the film is confusing exposition about Hitler's brain, which doesn't appear until near the end. Not even the car chase that switches from night to day is enough to keep you entertained. The reason for this is pretty simple the movie was originally shorter and had a different name, Madmen of Mandoras. When the television rights were acquired, the distributor wanted it to be feature length and filmed enough completely unconnected footage to pad out the movie to 91 minutes. This leads to a very weird effect concerning differences in film stock and fashion: Everybody in the older portion has that◊ clean-cut◊, Mad Men thing going, while the newer footage has folks◊ clearly◊ from the late '60s. One minute you're watching some guy with a feathered shag and Porn Stache and his go-go girl agent friend getting pursued and dispatched by a mustached guy who looks like Jake Blues. The next minute, everybody looks like Don Draper or Doris Day. You can see a review of it by Dark Corners here, and Emer Prevost shares his thoughts about it here.
Things is a 1989 film that can be best described as an aspiring filmmaker's worst nightmare. The meandering plot involves two guys who stay over at a brother's house, whose infertile wife was impregnated by a mad doctor and gives birth to the titular "Things", which look like clay spiders. Then they pretty much do nothing except hang lampshades about their situation until the Things attack them. The camerawork is dark and disgusting, taking aspects from other movies like Alien and The Evil Dead (1981) and executing them as if the cameraman drank an entire bottle of whiskey beforehand, and the sound design is absolutely atrocious. Almost all the sound effects were made by some guy making sounds with his mouth and nearly the entire movie is dubbed very poorly, with sound clips from the main actors, who sound wasted while recording their lines, occasionally overlapping each other. The Things don't look much better and they're killed in such an unsatisfactory manner; that is, if you can make out what's even happening with all the shaky cam, Dutch angles, and lack of lighting. And if all that wasn't enough, you get former porn star Amber Lynn as a news reporter who's clearly reading her lines off of cue cards to the side. The Neil Brothers from Something Awfulgave it a -50, calling it the worst movie they've ever seen at the time. Mike from Half in the Bagshares the same sentiments while Jay calls it a movie best watched with a friend so you can enjoy their suffering and hate for you at having been subjected to such trash.
Turn It Up, a 2000 attempt to make rappers Pras and Ja Rule movie stars, which obtained an 8% on Rotten Tomatoes and an 18 on Metacritic. The film is an obvious attempt to ape the cult success of Belly but while that film covered up its shortcomings with an unmistakeable style that wowed its fans, this film is simply boring and has awful acting and production values to boot. Not even Jason Statham can make it watchable, and New Line Cinema essentially gave it the Invisible Advertising treatment, as it grossed only $1.2 million on a $9 million budget. Further rubbing salt in the wound is that this, of all movies, was the last movie to ever be screened at the legendary Indian Hills Theatre before it was demolished following Carmike's bankruptcy.
The Undefeatednote (not to be confused with Undefeated, the Oscar-winning documentary about high school football that was released in the same year) is perhaps one of the biggest critical and commercial failures in the world of documentaries, with a 1.9 on IMDb. The title makes it clear from the start that this is little more than a personal vanity project for Sarah Palin. As a result, it blatantly and shamelessly promotes her while ignoring facts that reflect poorly on her (including the fact that the John McCain/Sarah Palin ticket lost the 2008 presidential election to Barack Obama and Joe Biden). It's chock-full of yes-men, over-the-top, heavy-handed imagery and obvious falsehoods, with the odd demonization or two of left-wing ideologies. It came off as more of a lengthy campaign ad than a documentary, and with its many intelligence-insulting moments it failed at being that, too. When The Atlantic sent one of their reporters to do a review, he noted that he spent most of the movie alone. Yes, three people bought tickets, and the other two walked out after 20 minutes (keep in mind this was in arch-conservative Orange County, California), on the same day as the last Harry Potter film. It was released the same year as Jack and Jill, which set the record for most Razzies won. On both Rotten Tomatoes and the IMDb, it STILL has a lower rating than Jack and Jill.
In 2014, in the midst of a mounting corruption scandal concerning the 2018 Russia and 2022 QatarWorld Cups, FIFA commissioned the film United Passions in an attempt to salvage its battered public image. This film, about the founding and history of FIFA and the World Cup, boasted a £20 million budget and an All-Star Cast led by Tim Roth (who later admitted that he only did it for the money), Sam Neill, and Gérard Depardieu, but they couldn't save it from an absolutely toxic reception from just about everybody who saw it, with a 0% on Rotten Tomatoes, a 2.0 on IMDb, and a Metacritic score of 1.note Putting it in an elite club of only eight films to hold the site's lowest possible score — a list that includes the aforementioned Bio-Dome, InAPPropriate Comedy and Death of a Nation The film is just as bad as you can expect for a film made purely for PR purposes — a sycophantic, self-congratulatory hagiography that doesn't even try to have a dramatic through line, instead giving a laughably biased history lesson (told through a mix of board meetings and archival footage of football matches) that descends into pure narm. The Guardian's review called its tone more appropriate for a film made by Scientologists or the Rev. Sun Myung Moonnote See Battlefield Earth and Inchon above, respectively, for how both those worked out, the New York Post's review called it "The Room of sports movies", while the New York Timesinvoked the trope by saying it wasn't even a good bad movie watch, and the fact that the film's US release in 2015 coincided with the resignation of FIFA president Sepp Blatter (who is portrayed in the film as a valiant crusader against corruption) in the wake of several FIFA officials being arrested on corruption charges only made the mocking ten times more venomous. As a result of all this the film, produced for 23,000,000 (approximately $25,910,000), made a grand total of $607 in its U.S. opening weekend, and $918 overall - the worst opening weekend gross in North America ever. Worst of all, director Frédéric Auburtin claims that he tried to balance between making a Disney propaganda film and a Michael Moore movie (ignoring that no Disney film has or would ever stoop to such depths).
In 1998, Andrew Wakefield published a study which made claims that the MMR vaccine was a cause of autism. After being struck off the medical register for falsifying his results for profit, Wakefield continued to lobby his findings. The result was the 2016 documentary Vaxxed: From Coverup To Catastrophe, a 90-minute Documentary of Lies directed by Wakefield himself. Instead of showing off the work in an accurate, non-biased way by experts, the "Documentary" just attempts to push its message by merely telling anecdotes that loosely tie with the topic, conveniently interviewing only anti-vax parents, doctors and personalities (one of whom is the film's producer), presenting correlation as the causenote Autism is identified in children mainly by symptoms of cognitive impairment and delayed intellectual development, compared to normal development. Such differences cannot be distinguished at birth, but start to become noticeable at about the same age at which children can start being vaccinated. The connection between vaccination and impaired cognition is a total coincidence. The increase in autism diagnoses is caused both by better diagnostic criteria (previously many such children were simply labelled "retarded") and by the broadening of the 'autism spectrum' to include greater and lesser degrees. (which is one of the worst logical fallacies out there), pulling out random statistics and out-of-context quotes (including, for some reason, a Penn & Teller sketch) and never attempting to prove its point wrong. While emotional involvement is expected in this genre, Vaxxed pushed it way overboard by presenting babies as hostages of modern medicine, and it does so by showing them having fits or tantrums, and comparing them back to back to "normal", non-vaccinated children. The effects of vaccination are over-exaggerated to make it look like a dangerous practice. Naturally, pretty much the entire scientific community condemned the entire affair as a cynical attempt by Wakefield to further profit from his own unethical behaviour. To make matters worse, it somehow managed to get on the schedule to be shown at the Tribeca Film Festival, but was later withdrawn after public outcry.note Robert de Niro, whose son Elliot is autistic, initially advocated for the film's inclusion hoping it would start a useful conversation, while having no idea of its actual content. While it has a 33% on Rotten Tomatoes, only one of the four "fresh" reviews seems legit; one redirects to a web forum, one is a news site that merely mentions the film being canceled at Tribeca without even reviewing it, and one is larded with links to the author's own opinion pieces. Watch Brad Jones tear it apart on Midnight Screeningshere. Autism Sins picks apart its awful implications in this video.
In spite of (or perhaps because of) an All-Star Cast with Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Terry Crews, and Andy Milonakis, Who's Your Caddy?, which is a poor rip-off of Caddyshack, gave in to the worst stereotypes of African-American culture. It has a 6% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 1.8 rating at IMDb. What box office it did draw was bolstered by people thinking it was a film adaptation of the book of the same name by sports writer Rick Riley. In an interesting note, the film was released on July 27, 2007, the same date that fellow Horrible entry I Know Who Killed Me was released. Allison, Phelan, and Mathew air their thoughts on how awful Caddy truly is.
The Wild World of Batwoman, released in 1966 and directed by Jerry Warren, was clearly made to cash in on the popularity of the Batman (1966) TV series, but completely lacks the charm of its "inspiration". Its plot is centered around Batwoman, who simply wears the most garish outfit, and her Batgirl minions, who don't really fight crime and spend more time on go-go dancing instead. There's also a ridiculous plot about trying to find a hearing-aid that the villain, Rat Fink, wants to obtain for himself. Even more, there are too many Big-Lipped Alligator Moments that have nothing to do with the film itself, most of which seem to be stock footage from other movies. For example, there's a scene where two Batgirls witness a mugging scene and they don't do anything about it. Even more, this film takes footage from The Mole People as well! Whatever "funny" moments are in this movie are hardly even worth laughing over, feeling so dry and boring instead, and even its opening scene of "synthetic vampires" has nothing to do with the rest of the movie, considering it was shot to avoid a lawsuit from DC/National Comics. Ultimately, this film is so dry and lifeless, even the crew of Mystery Science Theater 3000 have found it difficult to sit through, with Tom Servo famously screaming "END! ENNNNND!" towards the end of the film. Currently, this film has a rating of 1.9 out of 10 on IMDb, and rightfully so.
Wired (AKA "the movie Hollywood doesn't want you to see") is a notorious biopic about the late John Belushi based on the book of the same name by Bob Woodward, which was criticized for being exploitative and sensationalist and derided by John's family and friends, with good reason. The movie treats Belushi as a stereotypical drug addict, and thus treats its message like anAfterschool Special. The film also contains moments in John's life that either never happened or are heavily disputed, like him being punched by a John LandisExpy while being high on coke (which Landis refuted) or performing live in concert as The Blues Brothers; it also contained rather mean-spirited scenes of John being chastised for his drug use by his Puerto Rican (played by the decidedly not Puerto Rican Ray Sharkey) guardian angel (?!) and by Woodward (who John never met in real life), and John's ghost screaming for help as his body is cut open by a coroner, while a laugh track plays. The movie's reception was overwhelmingly negative, with a Rotten Tomatoes rating of 4%, and nowadays it's perhaps best known for being the film debut of Michael Chiklis (who played John), and yet it almost derailed his career just as it began before he bounced back with The Commish. Perhaps as the result of the film's infamy, even in the age of streaming, Wired has never received a physical home video release outside of a brief life on VHS and a poor-quality, out-of-sync print on Amazon Instant Video. The Cinema Snob takes a look at it here. Interestingly, musician Peter Gabriel was said to have enjoyed it, but he was under the impression he was watching a rough cut of Say Anything....note Gabriel asked to see said rough cut after Cameron Crowe asked him for permission to use "In Your Eyes" in the film. Crowe's assistant sent Gabriel a copy of Wired by mistake and Crowe didn't find out until Gabriel expressed concern over the main character dying of a drug overdose.
Witless Protection, the last of a triad of films which featured Daniel Whitney's Larry the Cable Guy character As Himself. Larry's a small-town sheriff who unwittingly abducts a witness under protection by FBI agents... who it turns out are actually in the employ of a big-city gangster and are out to silence her. On top of a plot that plays every cliché straight, the film features Larry at his least likeable, a load of unfunny jokes, and a plethora of outright insulting moments, with little to redeem it in the slightest. The film, notes Leonard Maltin in his review, is full of racist remarks on the part of Larry. Unlike the films that preceded it, it made only around half of its budget and was more or less the Star-Derailing Role for Whitney as a live-action leading film actor.
The 2017 film adaptation of Woody Woodpecker, a cheap live-action/CGI hybrid movie ostensibly meant for children. In a story you've probably heard a billion times, a greedy real estate lawyer is attempting to build an investment home in Woody's woods, and so he wreaks havoc upon those who try to intrude. Said lawyer is also a work obsessed father who needs to learn the value of family. But instead of just stopping there, the film bogs itself down with a myriad of subplots that add nothing. Woody is a clueless, obnoxious, juvenile sadist of a character, whose antics are all played dead straight and whose few moments of good are almost all by accident. His CGI is riddled with errors, including several moments of botched squash-and-stretch, visible clipping, and moments where animations that should take place don't. No real effort is made to integrate it, either—characters routinely get Woody's position dead-wrong when interacting with him. Even his voice buries Eric Bauza's talents under heavy-pitch shifting and a low-quality export. The direction is abysmal, with several shots having a cheap zoom effect added in post-production. And many of the jokes are topical or dated references no kid should get. The film pandered heavily to Woody's contemporary popularity in Latin America, going as far as to cast Thaila Ayala as the villain's girlfriend. It failed at the box office, grossing only $14 million on a $10 million budget; most of that was thanks to a strong opening in Brazil. Ratings were uniformly negative, with even the only "Fresh" review on Rotten Tomatoes admitting that the film would only appeal to young children. I Hate Everything offers his two cents in The Search for the Worst, and RebelTaxinamed it one of the 13 worst (partially) animated movies in no particular order. Joeey Tedesco expresses his horror in his Cartoon Palooza review here.