We asked, and you voted in your thousands. And now, for your delectation, we have the results of the worst movies ever made poll. From the disappointing to. 195 Responses to The Gill Man Trilogy Kicks Off Tonight with “Creature from the Black Lagoon”! The Worst Movies Ever - Empire. We asked, and you voted in your thousands. And now, for your delectation, we have the results of the worst movies ever made poll. From the disappointing to the bad to the downright offensive, here is a pile of sick filth that should be banned if the BBFC ever start assessing narrative coherence and filmmaking skill. Ladies and gentlemen, your worst movies ever.. Spider- Man 3. Who's responsible? Director/writer Sam Raimi, co- writing brother Ivan and screenwriter Alvin Sargent, an unholy alliance of studio suits and Venom fans, including producer Avi Arad. Three villains might've been a good thing had they not trampled all over each other's screentime and narrative coherence. SCI FI Channel is now Syfy, but you can still get access to all your favorite SCI FI Channel content right here. Syfy features science fiction, drama. Horror Films: Books in the UC Berkeley Library. Monsters, Gouls, and Miscellaneous Horrors. Audiences lapped it up - it remains Sony Picture's biggest grossing movie - but with Sam Raimi at the helm and a small army of FX gurus on board, it could and should have been so much more. Simmons chewing up Peter, and the screen, with his trademark gusto. The time has come for someone to produce a rolled- up newspaper the size of a subway train and bring it down with an almighty crash. Showgirls. Who's responsible? Director Paul Verhoeven and screenwriter Joe Eszterhas. Ignored at the box office, it briefly flourished on DVD, before ending the Nineties claiming the Razzies Worst Picture of the Decade gong - and this was the decade that gave us Batman and Robin. Town & Country. Who's responsible? Director Peter Chelsom, writers Michael Laughlin and Buck Henry, and, reputedly, Warren Beatty's ego. Well, if rumours of on- set wrangling are to be believed, Warren Beatty takes a good portion of the blame, although surely he alone couldn't be responsible for the budget ballooning from $4. Maybe, says Peter Biskind, whose sources claim that an insecure Beatty . Soul Plane. Who's responsible? Director Jesse Terero, screenwriters Chuck Wilson and Bo Zenga. That's a bad idea to begin with: like Scary Movie, parodies of a parody are on to a loser from the start. But with the addition of crude racial stereotyping (of all races) and a fatal lack of funny, this goes from bad to worst. If more voters had seen it, this would be in the top ten. Well, he's in the same postcode at least. Well, the same country. Colin Clive as Henry Frankenstein; Mae Clarke as Elizabeth Lavenza; John Boles as Victor Moritz; Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's monster; Edward Van Sloan as Dr. The mythical world starts a rebellion against humanity in order to rule the Earth, so Hellboy and his team must save the world from the rebellious creatures. If that country is Russia. In fact this reprehensible piece of rubbish is more likely to be greeted with an appalled silence. About the only thing you can say in its favour is that the film is egalitarian, showing the same lack of respect for everyone and everything. Howard the Duck. Who's responsible? Screenwriter/director Willard Huyck, writing partner Gloria Katz, fellow USC alumnus George Lucas, whose idea it was to adapt the Marvel comic, whose idea it was, and ducks everywhere just for giving them that idea. Proof, alongside Blade Trilogy and Spider- Man 3, that Marvel adaptations need to be handled with care. Blade Trinity. Who's responsible? Director/screenwriter David S. The screenwriter's decision to step behind the camera backfires spectacularly in Blade's third outing, with Dracula roped for a fiendishly silly vampire plot to infect humanity. Anyone else could fairly blame his scriptwriter for the muddy, incoherent storyline. Unfortunately for Goyer, that's him too. Redeeming feature The epithet . The Matrix Revolutions. Who's responsible? Writer/director brother act, The Wachowskis. But with the third effort, expectations were still high but kinetic thrill was replaced by further endless philosophical meanderings, and fans and critics stopped being apologists and became semi- apoplectic. Here, the storytelling is never wholly coherent, transforming the mythology of The Oracle, Zion and The Architect into a cod- spiritual soup. Even Hugo Weaving's trademark . To all but fanatics, the disappointment is crushing. Year One. Who's responsible? Director Harold Ramis, screenwriters Gene Stupnitsky and Lee Eisenberg. Not to mention producer Judd Apatow. And to heighten our anticipation still further, the trailer packed three solid laughs. Unfortunately, so did the film. The arrested- development crowd will no doubt be thoroughly entertained. Parting Shots. Who's responsible? Director/screenwriter Michael Winner, co- writer Nick Mead. This is a valuable reminder of why, for a movie director, Michael Winner makes such a good restaurant critic. To cast him in a lead role is suicide. Indeed, the whole venture has a whiff of Springtime For Hitler about it. Van Helsing. Who's responsible? Director/screenwriter Stephen Sommers. Even the combined fear factor of Frankenstein's Monster, Dracula and the Wolf Man can't make up for the fact that Stephen Sommers forgot to write a plot. Ladies may appreciate those too. At the end, when the director makes a stab at elegiac pathos, we realise how far short of the often deeply moving 1. Universal classics his film falls. Superman IV: The Quest for Peace. Who's responsible? Furie, writers Lawrence Konner, Mark Rosenthal and Christopher Reeve, and moneymen Golan & Globus/Cannon Films. No, it's 9. 0 minutes of movie Kryptonite that had (admittedly sparse) audiences sobbing into their popcorn. Never mind a quest for peace: finding a coherent plot would have been a start, while the movie's micro- budget meant Milton Keynes had to stand in for Metropolis, a bit of a stretch by any standards. The result was a messy end for Christopher Reeve's much- loved Superman. And we mean a little . Director/producer Courtney Solomon, actors Jeremy Irons, Thora Birch and Marlon Wayans. The camerawork, the script, the direction: you name it, it's all dross. Shame on you, Jeremy Irons, for doing it again in Eragon just a few years later, and even more shame on the movie execs who commissioned a straight to DVD sequel afterwards. Yep, that's all we've got. Director Lawrence Guterman, writer Lance Khazei and actor Jamie Kennedy. Ten years on from the original, Norse gods are at it again, and this time a baby's involved record scratch. A really, really, ghastly CG baby (see above). This king of pointless sequels follows in an increasingly long line of utterly pants follow- ups to successful Jim Carrey comedies. After all, who could forget Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd, Evan Almighty, and Ace Ventura Jr: Pet Detective? That's right, everyone. You wouldn't know it, though, from 'Son of the Mask'. Max Payne. Who's responsible? Director John Moore, screenwriter Beau Thorne, and, of course, Mark Wahlberg (2. Managing to ride roughshod over the original game's plot (Valkyries, anyone?) and failing to give the lead's desire for a bloodthirsty revenge any explanation until way over half way through the film, it's an all- round, gun- a- blazing backfire - though no- one speaks to any houseplants, admittedly. Eragon. Who's responsible? Director Stefen Fangmeier, and, arguably, novelist Christopher Paolini. Jeremy Irons makes a valiant attempt to make it passable, but fails under the weight of its Star Wars- lite- in- the- woods plot and its tired, weak dialogue. House of the Dead. Who's responsible? Bad on every level except the accidental comedy one. You couldn't make it up. Well, clearly someone could. I Know Who Killed Me. Who's responsible? Director Chris Sivertson, screenwriter Jeff Hammond, Lindsay Lohan. Or Freaky Friday, or The Parent Trap? Well, if you do, be sure never to watch this, because it will spoil those memories forever. We could forgive Lohan for wanting to make a racier, adult thriller. If only it were thrilling. That, or any Friday night in LA during 2. Ultraviolet. Who's responsible? Director/screenwriter Kurt Wimmer, Milla Jovovich. After all, Wimmer is capable of good sci- fi, as is Jovovich (c'mon, Leeloo rocks). But the film is astonishingly bad - perhaps due to the decision to remove all references to vampirism from the finished cut, rather castrating the script, perhaps because the theatrical cut is a good 3. And if he's playing exactly the same part he did in Equilibrium, well, that's no bad thing. The Yule log was way more entertaining. Director/screenwriter Frank Miller, Samuel L. Jackson, Eva Mendes, Scarlett Johansson. Jackson's scenery- gnawing mad scientist baddie, or even the unbelievably stupid and annoying henchmen. It's the way that Frank Miller tries to stuff the film with gorgeous women, dress them all as sex objects and then make them go literally insane whenever Macht's Spirit appears. It's clearly meant to be tongue- in- cheek and fun, but somehow it just comes off as sad. And hey, so do the ladies. Jackson and Scarlett Johansson arrive on screen decked out in swastikas and jackboots. Nothing in the logic of the film explains it, but then, to use the phrase . Scott, The New York Times. Director Harold Zwart, co- screenwriter and star Steve Martin. While Martin's first shot at The Pink Panther was nary a patch on the original, with only three funny bits, this shot- in- the- dark sequel is barely fit to lick its predecessor's boots, never mind those of Sellers' lunatic detective. Not even the reprise of the 'amburger bit. It's as if the former stand- up comedian is going through the motions of humour. Scary Movie. Who's responsible? Director Keenen Ivory Wayans, screenwriters Marlon Wayans, Shawn Wayans, Jason Friedberg, Aaron Seltzer, Buddy Johnson and Phil Beauman. This one is far from the worst of the genre, but gets points deducted for sparking so many bad sequels and spin- offs. That and for spoofing a film that was, in itself, a satire. A Morecambe, if you like, without its Wise. Southland Tales. Who's responsible? Director Richard Kelly. And while his ambition is plain to see, the sad fact is that the plot makes no sense, even on repeated viewings. Such is the mystery of art. And mind- boggling self- indulgence. The Sweetest Thing. Who's responsible? Director Roger Kumble, screenwriter Nancy Pimental, Cameron Diaz, Thomas Jane, Christina Applegate, Selma Blair. The difference is that American Pie was funny; this is just cringe- inducing. And don't even get us started on The Penis Song, which the three stars co- wrote.
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