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FIVE MOVIES WE HATE
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by jim 1. FOREVER This abomination
stars Keith Coogan as a "hot" music video director, who moves
into a mansion haunted by some of silent Hollywood's biggest stars. He
somehow manages to falls in love with the ghost of Mary Miles Minter.
Oh, and it's an enormous piece of crap. While the film has no problem
disgracing the memories of Minter, Mabel Normand, Fatty Arbuckle and Mary
Pickford, apparently they drew the line at including Charlie Chaplin.
Ducking a law suit, they replaced him with a fictional Chaplin clone named
Billy Baldwin. Oh, and the film is an enormous piece of crap, did I mention
that? The grotesque sex scenes with Coogan and the unfathomably unsexy
Sally Kirkland is enough to make you sterile. Do not watch this movie.
Ever. I usually
don't believe in trying to compare adapted movies on the books they are
based on. After all, they are two different mediums that cannot possibly
be held to the same standards. There are things you can do in books that
don't work to the same effects in movies and vice versa. That being said,
what the fuck were these people thinking? This movie totally bastardizes
Dean Koontz's novel for no intelligible reason. Fuck this movie. Where can
I possibly begin? S. Yes, S seems a good place to start. Now follow S
down to the land of H. From H, we take the dangerous mountain hike up
to I. After stopping for rest, we journey deep into the forbidden valley
of T. That is where you can find this movie. I hate this
movie with all the passions of a man who loves to hate. I believe my review
of this film contains death wishes to at least two or three of the film's
participants. I can't revisit this experience again. Doctor's orders. Some yahoo sent us this senseless piece of shit. If anyone sends it to you, treat it like an anthrax letter. To the films mastermind: Give up. You are an atrocious filmmaker. Stop wasting precious resources like my time, your money, and film stock. Oh, and while you're at it you may as well cut down on oxygen, too. Moron. |
by pat 1.
CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD This movie
is the sum of all reasons why Carrot Top must be dropped into an empty
missile silo, then covered, in alternating succession, with wet concrete,
cinder blocks, and burning tires. Watching it with friends caused trauma.
One poor girl started screaming about forty minutes in and had to leave.
It is the only movie that we, as DangerSeekers, lit on fire and threw
into the bay. Wrong! Wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Mr. Freeze dressed like an extra in a David
Bowie stage show? Wobbly ears and nipples on the Batsuits? A blond Batgirl,
who is not Commissioner Gordon's daughter? Phallic imagery less subtle
than "Flesh Gordon?" Bane, the man who broke Batman, as a mindless
drone, a henchman? Snowboarding through the clouds? All so incredibly
wrong. The fact that it took $110 million to bring it to us? My review
speaks for itself, but just to fill space, here's some quick excerpts:
"After this one, I just wanted to cry... I heard people leaving the
theater that were happy with it. I wanted to hurt them, but knew I would
just be lashing out at innocents in a world that could create something
so wrong...This movie urinated in the dead and empty skull of something
I once loved, and only time can start to ease the salt from the wounds.
Maybe." Why single out just one, many might ask? Well, the rest of the series, including the pretty damn bad "Assignment: Miami Beach," were something of a guilty pleasure. They were formulaic, but sometimes they were actually funny in a simple kind of way. Even if not, they were at least likeable, non-threatening. This one was so abysmally worthless it made both the live action and animated TV series look like comedy gold. When you can't do justice to films featuring Steve Guttenberg, David Spade, and Colleen Camp, stop. Just stop. |
by AG A'right,
to be fair, you get to see Dina Meyer's boobies. Twice. And I'm all for
that. But beyond those two (or four) redeemable qualities, this movie
is, to me anyway - and I know there're legions of fans out there ready
to hit me with sticks - crap. Sheer, utter crap. Sheer utter OFFENSIVE
crap, to be particular, as the once-sharp Paul Verhoeven trades in his
razor-sharp satirical edge, as seen in, say, ROBOCOP, for an over-the-top,
needlessly gory, derivative pile of shit. His fascination with human death
and dismemberment
outlasts mine by a good two and a half hours, and I hate to be the one
to tell him - we ALL saw ALIENS and FULL METAL JACKET. Fuck you, Verhoeven.
Fuck you. Buses? Fast.
Cruise ships? NOT. Okay, I only
saw half of the first one, and half of the second one. But I figure that
adds up to one entire suck. Hey, Keenen - or whichever of your hundreds
of brothers was behind this - parody isn't just recreating a scene shot
by shot, and then hoping the audience is laughing so uproariously they
don't notice that there's no actual comedy in the scene. Speaking
of ROBOCOP, this Irvin Kershner-helmed sequel will make you wonder how
Kersh had anything to do with EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. It will then make you
vomit. And die. And then vomit again. We here at DSFC have a pretty high threshhold for suck. I mean, yeah, we think a lot of movies suck, but we sit through them. This one, we ejected from the VCR, set fire to it, and launched it into the Chesapeake Bay. And with good reason. |
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Some of these movies we disagree with each other on. For instance, Pat had the sense to skip most of "The Smokers," while AG skipped it altogether. |
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