My Bottom 30 Films

One of the most nauseating films I've ever watched, this horrible film is probably partially responsible for the fact that I'm not too fond of babies.

A poor excuse for anything, let alone a movie.

The sad thing is that this was one of the first Asian films I watched... didn't really set a good precedent.

Pretty much just as bad as I thought it would be. I saw it in the theaters just because my then-crush dragged me into it.

Wouldn't have been worth it even if the relationship had led anywhere.

By far the worst entry on either Michael Cera or Jack Black's filmography, this film falls prey to the erroneous and all-too-common idea that disgusting and exaggerated always equals funny.

I felt an almost inexplicably great urge to leave the theater and promptly punch Sam Raimi, Tobey Maguire and Topher Grace in their ugly ugly shameless faces.

A mockery of the style some relatively recent films like Sin City and (to a lesser extent) 300 used. The thing is, it feels wrong to even associate this junk with those two far superior movies.

This one holds a specially repugnant place in my heart, mainly because it was disappointing in so many senses. The concept was so good, and the film itself actually came off to a pretty good start, but it spiraled rapidly downward in a way that was hard to witness.

It baffles me that most critics seemed to think favorably of this utterly irredeemable trash. Goes to show you, sometimes you should just ignore them. The film comes off to a good start, in contrast to the incredibly stupid and ridiculous ending it leaves with.

Fox and Farrell try to James Bond-esque their performance but ultimately come off as pretentious douchebags in a convoluted and below-and-beyond mediocre film. Hard to believe this came from the same man who directed Heat.

The word "ungrateful bitch" kept nagging on my mind while I saw Julia Roberts stumble through this mess.

Devil made sure Shyamalan's fall as a respectable director was anything but graceful. If nothing else, you might be able to get a good laugh out of it.

The last entry of the Resident Evil series simultaneously brings out the very worst in both bad horror and bad action films: vanity, inexplicable lapses of common sense, and characters and sequences that would only seem "cool" to an idiotic man-child.

I'm glad to say I barely remember the "plot" points of this mediocre quasi-thriller. Maybe my brain is successfully suppressing them. Good riddance.

I can't for the life of me decipher exactly what people liked about this infuriating pseudo-philosophical drivel. I can't seem to forgive my brother for recommending it to me either.

Takes the grotesque, cynical style that made Borat good, and promptly makes a mockery of it, exaggerating everything it does so that the end product is merely repugnant, and not in the "good" way its predecessor was either.

I'm still trying to convince myself that this doesn't belong in the same category as the first two films. Forever After wasn't much of an improvement, but it's goddamn Hitchcock next to this crap.

If nothing else, this film taught me a very important lesson: that just because Kevin James is on it doesn't make it funny. The same is true for Adam Sandler, but I digress...

Goes from "watchable" to "ridiculous" to "intolerable" right before your eyes!

Will Ferrell is pretty much the same character he always plays, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but the film itself overshoots the "so stupid it's funny" region and lands on "just plain idiotic."

Granted, the Scary Movie series has never been particularly brilliant, but this was probably the straw that broke the... series's back?

I'm not too good with metaphors.

A Michael Bay orgasm of the most cataclysmic and story-devoid nature.

A pitiful follow-up to a personal childhood favorite.

Comedy directors and aspiring filmmakers, I implore you to watch this film as an example of pretty much everything you can do to ruin a comedy.

Though Grant's character is awkwardly charming as always, I dare say it's S.J. Parker's completely antipathetic and generally unlikable demeanor (and face) that primarily serves to bury this mediocre comedy.

Natural Born Killers feels overdone, and consequentially gross, grotesque and pretentious, at most evoking a slight queasiness that works well in other, superior films.

By far the worst of the series, MI2 is hollow, far-fetched and plagued by characters that suddenly seem very unpleasant.

Devoid of any sympathetic characters, this film makes you feel that every which one of them well deserves their plight due to their ostensible self-righteousness.

The upside? Anne Hathaway. Topless.

Though not as bad as its predecessor, Forever After definitely constitutes one of the lowest spots among animated films.

The gags are overdone and stupid, some characters feel lifeless and others just unrealistic and nauseating, and the script is only sporadically lifted by Carell's comedic ingenuity.