Our movie critic blasts the sucky sequels, misguided musicals and bad moves in Hollywood this year.
"Release the Kraken," said Liam Neeson as Zeus. Hollywood suits must have misheard it as "Release the crap." So they did. Here's to a better 2011.
Arguably the unfunniest comedy in the Adam Sandler canon. Given the existence of Little Nicky, Click and I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, that's something.
Remember when M. Night Shyamalan made good movies? Does your sixth sense tell you he'll do it again? Mine neither.
Because James Mangold (Walk the Line) directed this caper flick with Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz, I had hopes. What an idiot. Even the Kutcher-Heigl Killers was better.
Josh Brolin as the disfigured cowboy of the DC Comics revenge tale. Sounds good. Plays terrible in every conceivable way.
The third film in the series commits the cardinal sin in a vampire movie: It's bloodless in flesh and spirit.
Four privileged white women whine about being privileged white women.
Two hours of Julia Roberts whining about the awful hardships of the same damn thing.
This misguided musical uniting a waxworks Cher with an acting-challenged Christina Aguilera picked up a Globe nod. Are the Hollywood Foreign Press voters on crack?
I laughed like hell when this lame-ass thriller got a Golden Globe nod as Best Movie (Comedy or Musical). All the laughs are unintentional. And Golden Dildo acting nominees Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie hit career lows, producing the chemistry of high-fashion zombies. The worst of the year, by a mile.