Saturday, January 21, 2017

Into the Hive Presents: End of the Line (Part 2)

Though days have since passed, the inevitable second part to "End of the Line," which shall hopefully become a yearly (if not quarterly) occurrence on here, has finally surfaced. Without giving too much away, I would like to offer a fair warning about today's rankings: a sizable amount of feelings may be hurt during these subsequent posts. Then again, this is the day and age of the internet, where everyone hates everybody else for reasons ranging from whether or not you like the production of a particular underground heavy metal act's newest 7" disc, to the volume of sogginess in your cereal ("You like it crispy? I like you dead!"). So, if you choose to hurl insults or anything close to that nature, then go right ahead. Remember: these opinions represent nobody but myself, and I always welcome comments or civilized debates.



And with that said, let us move on.









48) The Angry Birds Movie



If you could categorize part one of my postings as the "worst" of the bunch, then perhaps a good chunk of the following films can be classified as the choices that ranged from "disappointing" to "fairly okay." Shockingly, The Angry Birds Movie falls under neither category, and if I can be brutally honest, I was surprised that it didn't rank lower on my countdown. Serving as more of an advertisement for the mobile game than as an actual animated piece with heart or a strong message (read the app's instructions on your tablet or phone, mix in a subplot about the Red Bird having a rather bad temperament & attending group therapy sessions, and you've got Angry Birds' story), there is nothing overly terrible about this Sony Pictures release. Well, save for the inclusion of nu-metal relic Limp Bizkit's cover of The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes," which should have been left buried alongside the movie that it was a part of. As I stated with Norm of the North, however, why not give your children a better quality motion picture? If it's the film's content that you are worried about, then I can assure you that not only is there far more intelligence in a picture from the likes of Pixar or Studio Laika (both of whom will make appearances over the next few days), but there is less of a chance that you will see a main character swim in and drink from a lake that another has previously urinated in.









47) The Legend of Tarzan



Due to a lack of time, I never got around to writing a review for Warner Brothers' attempt at reviving Edgar Rice Burroughs' classic fictional hero for the "millennial" crowd. Well, not on this blog anyway (cue Instagram plug). Regardless, despite being a fairly dated property (and uncomfortably sketchy when you consider how natives were usually written/portrayed in past efforts), The Legend of Tarzan, which revolves around the now-civilized human returning to the wild so that he may pursue and stop some evil assholes (hey, that's the CliffsNotes version!), intrigued me based on its cast and director (Harry Potter alum David Yates). That, and I was fairly certain that it would briefly satiate my thirst for man-on-gorilla action until....actually, I'm not sure how to finish that one. Sure enough, the fight choreography is competently done for the most part, though even those brief skirmishes between our protagonist and a variety of mammals can give you a headache if you aren't used to seeing an overwhelming amount of horrible-looking CGI. The chemistry between the leads never really feels natural, but when you consider how much this film relies on the usage of flashback sequences and exposition, it doesn't feel very proper to blame them. Lemmy bless Samuel L. Jackson for doing his best attempt to add SOME humor to the entire experience though, as well as helping distract the audience from the disappointingly bland performances by Christoph Waltz (Django Unchained, Inglourious Basterds) and Alexander Skarsgard (True Blood). With so many aspects that should work in its favor, the film just feels so decidedly average, and brings nothing to the table for those who are searching for something outside of your run-of-the-mill, time-killing, Redbox rental.









46) X-Men: Apocalypse



Aaaaand here's where a select few will either chastise, vehemently disagree, or flat out yell with me for placing the newest entry in Fox's X-Men franchise so low on an EOTY list. But you know what? I stand by my decision, as unconventional as it may be. When it came to Apocalypse, my excitement levels were quite noticeable. In prior installment X-Men: Days of Future Past, we were shown a glimpse of what was to come, as it essentially rebooted the often-confusing timeline, all while disregarding and correcting the mistakes of despised projects such as X-Men: The Last Stand and X-Men Origins: Wolverine. For all of the flack that 20th Century Fox has been given over their treatment of Professor X's team of mutants and their lavish, fascinating list of enemies, they managed to distribute a pretty suspenseful, exciting, and fresh motion picture. It felt like a humongous step forward.


Alas, that step was only a singular one, and with the absolutely messy Apocalypse, it felt as if fans were forced at gunpoint to take several more in reverse; finding themselves stuck in the same scenario that troubled them before. Now that things are looking up, what is the next logical step? Start anew and develop the original team? Handle fan favorites such as Cyclops, Jean Grey, Psylocke, Angel, and Storm with the care and respect that they have deserved for so long? Move away from Michael Fassbender's Magneto, thus giving us time to develop another interesting villain that can take his place should the Academy Award nominee become tired of playing the self-proclaimed "Master of Magnetism?" Bring back Jennifer Lawrence for a performance that reminds audiences that yes, she will silence the critics of her portrayal as Mystique? If you answered yes to any of these four questions, I am afraid that I have some very bad news for you. Disappointingly, the titular villain just seems to lack anything remotely interesting outside of yelling like The Ultimate Warrior and turning on a "God Mode" cheat code whenever he feels like it, and his horsemen are equally as poorly-handled by Apocalypse's four writers than the two who finalized The Last Stand's awful script. Your average viewer doesn't have to be an avid comic book fan to know when something feels mishandled in an adaptation, or flat-out wrong (Batman using guns/murdering people in Batman v. Superman is a prime example). We have to wonder if director Bryan Singer and writer Simon Kinberg are exhausted from handling these type of movies at this point in their careers, and seeing as how the latter's more recent efforts have included working on the likes of Chappie and Fantastic Four, I believe that a lengthy break from large, studio flicks has most certainly been earned. Though my optimism for Logan is still there (especially with the news that it will be rated 'R'), my hopes for Wolverine's team of comrades and allies can only be restored if they can make their way into the hands of Marvel Studios.









45) Tyler Perry's Boo! A Madea Halloween



With the placement of Boo! A Madea Halloween at number forty-five on my countdown, it is officially higher than a comic book movie that I was legitimately excited to see. Yeesh, I really did have a strange 2016. Anyway, if you haven't read my full review for this....thing.....when I caught it in theaters during opening weekend, you should click right here and check out my unedited, fresh perspective on my first experience with a project by the divisive and eccentric man who became so big, that even South Park had to recognize his absurd, strange popularity. Perhaps the biggest reward for sitting through this morbidly captivating, though oddly watchable turd was that it resulted in the movie's Instagram account liking and commenting on my link to said review. Those in turn led to a follow on the same website, and even some reposting on social networks such as Twitter. To this day, I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. As James Earl Jones' Maggie Simpson once said:












44) The Brooklyn Banker



Wait, hold on a second here. *checks notes*


Did I even see this one? Admittedly, my memory is a bit fuzzy, but I seem to recall the plot having something to do with a banker whose ability to memorize numbers getting strong-armed into....something to do with the mafia and forging checks? And his father-in-law may work for them as well? Oy vey, this will likely go down as one of the more unimpressive paragraphs that I type about during this countdown. While sporting some halfway-decent performances (Goodfellas' Paul Sorvino pulls one out despite appearing as if he would rather be napping than acting these days), the film crawls at a snail's pace so frequently that you can easily find yourself losing interest at an alarmingly quick rate. In an attempt to create a love letter to directing giants such as Martin Scorsese, the filmmakers end up churning out what feels akin to a low-budget fan film that somehow managed to wrangle up some familiar faces. My unkind words aside, there is some promise buried underneath all of the plainness, so I do wish the filmmakers the best of luck in the near future.











43) Holidays



As previously mentioned with my Madea review, you can read my unedited, and brutally honest thoughts on this horror anthology right here. If you choose to be so kind and do such a thing, then you will completely understand as to why this is placed so low. If you don't, then I will sum it up as quickly as I possibly can: there are about two or three fun (though not necessarily great) segments that would have been better served as shorts in another motion picture collection, and the rest range from "good concept, iffy execution" to "kill it with fire and toss it into the trash where it belongs." In fact, make sure that Kevin Smith's Halloween segment is the first to go, just so that the chance of people discovering it becomes progressively more difficult for the average shopper.









42) Hail, Caesar!




Okay......okay......I can justify this......*deep breath*


Despite some excellent acting from nearly the entire cast (a staple of the directors' productions since their earliest efforts), and a very entertaining sequence revolving around pronunciation/accents between Ralph Fiennes and Alden Ehrenreich, Hail, Caesar! feels like the well-respected duo of Joel and Ethan Coen (The Big Lebowski, Fargo, No Country for Old Men) are communicating with their audiences that they may not really care about what they think of them at this point in their careers. This would explain why this unabashed love letter to the golden age of cinema comes across as more of a passion project that pleases themselves rather than your average moviegoer. True, it does seem like they're set on focusing on churning out multiple projects these days that don't exactly have the most complex or powerful of plots (even as a self-professed lover of Burn After Reading, I will admit that it isn't exactly a masterpiece), but when the main plot involving the disappearance of George Clooney's naïve and handsome Baird Whitlock turns into only one of many that begin to overtake the picture, you get this sinking feeling that none of this shall really matter in the end. Without giving too much away, Hail, Caesar! just feels kind of complacent and pointless once the dust has settled and everything has come to a close. Even if all of the aforementioned opinions and thoughts previously listed don't settle well with you, then I can just add that I personally didn't find it to be very funny, and it feels awfully sluggish when the action shifts from Josh Brolin's adventures back to Clooney & his kidnappers. Perhaps with repeated viewings over the years, as well as an ability to better appreciate the craft of 1950s cinema, I may grow to appreciate this one a little bit more. Such a thing was necessary with Inside Llewyn Davis, which I have grown to admire a moderate amount since time has passed, but for now, it isn't budging from this position.


To its credit though, the flick is infinitely better than The Ladykillers. So, that's another compliment.











41) The Girl on the Train



It does boggle my mind a bit that Paula Hawkins' debut novel of the same name is still selling an absurd amount of copies in bookstores across the country. Then again, it does make for an easy, engrossing, and fairly acceptable read for those seeking out a cheap thriller to help pass the time during a long flight or vacation. Director Tate Taylor's (The Help) theatrical adaptation, however, is so utterly droll that it borders on soap opera territory on more than a few occasions. Emily Blunt is in very fine form as a divorced alcoholic who finds herself involved in the disappearance of a young woman that she used to watch from a distance while travelling back and forth on a train. She is one hundred percent dedicated to this role, and deserves every single one of the accolades being thrown her way. It's just too bad that the movie is so darn second-rate, with nearly any semblance of humanity or rational thoughts in these characters becoming nonexistent as the plot begins to unravel. There are a few scattered moments throughout The Girl on the Train that border on camp, and the ending twist(s) are easy to spot from a mile away even if you aren't familiar with its previously-printed source material. What could have ended up being something akin to Matthew Vaughn's Stardust or Gregory Hoblit's Primal Fear (improvements over their respective books) ends up feeling more like a grossly melodramatic, disorganized companion piece to other disappointments such as It or Queen of the Damned.











40) The Funhouse Massacre




Oh yes, I did just place a low-budget horror-comedy above a Coen Brothers production. WHATEVER, I DO WHAT I WANT. Still, what makes this little ditty work is that it knows its audience, and there isn't a single bit of pretense about it. For what passes as a plot is admittedly generic (mass murderers are freed from prison, take over a funhouse around Halloween, and begin to kill dumbfounded young adults who venture inside), but in pieces like Andy Palmer's The Funhouse Massacre, entertainment value is what matters the most. The dark humor is well-placed, and the cast of characters, which includes terror icons such as Robert Englund (A Nightmare on Elm Street), Clint Howard (Carnosaur, The Ice Cream Man, Ticks), and Courtney Gains (Children of the Corn) are very gleeful and charming to watch. Yes, they will never exactly set the world on fire, but I personally found them to be far more memorable than the cluster that appeared in another particular entry from 2016. Had something such as this been released during the golden age of the 1980s, I feel as though it would have garnered more attention and a larger following. Still, if you can track a copy down from Amazon or Scream! Factory's website (all too fitting that they distributed this), it makes for a pretty enjoyable, gory romp.










39) Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising



Was a sequel to 2014's surprisingly funny comedy (cue review plug) about a war between a married couple and their obnoxious, somewhat-overbearing nearby fraternal residents absolutely necessary? The previous film wrapped in a way that did leave the door open for another vulgar romp featuring these characters, though not through the same means and methods as before. Still, here we were, with Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising having made its way to theaters rather quickly. Most of the cast does seem to be having a very fun time, and I welcome any chance to see Chloe Grace Moretz (Kick-Ass, The Equalizer) expand her filmography with new, different projects. Alongside her new cohorts (Kiersey Clemons and Beanie Feldstein) and returning costar Zac Efron, they manage to keep the movie afloat whenever its average script attempts to drag it down. Most of Neighbors 2's best bits come from the small interactions that slip through the cracks of what they perceive will be the bigger, more memorable moments (aka, the "trailer" shots). Unfortunately, the follow-up does conclude with a predictable final act that feels a bit flat, but thankfully, Nicholas Stoller's newest effort does manage to produce just enough hearty laughs to warrant a recommendation.









38) Keanu



Have there been any arguments as to whether the comedic duo of Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele (who co-writes here) are the closest thing to Dave Chappelle that Comedy Central has produced ever since the latter's sketch comedy show wrapped? With their debut motion picture (AS A DUO), they certain have staked their claim, yet have managed to separate themselves from the comparison rather easily. Keanu follows a man who has recently been dumped, and adopts a kitten that happens to show up on his doorstep out of the blue. As with any good-hearted human being, the little fella cheers him up. One evening, he arrives back to his house only to find that the animal, nicknamed "Keanu," has been stolen. Determined to track him down, he bands together with his best friend and they set out on an adventure that is, to put it lightly, more dangerous than either of them could have ever imagined. Keanu's plot is absurd; it's the type that you think would work better as a television skit rather than a film that costs fifteen million dollars to make. In some aspects, that thought is proven to be true, because not every joke that they fire off hits its target, and it becomes a little too reliant upon the running gag that all African Americans act like thugs or brigands. The titular kidnapped feline doesn't receive nearly enough screen time (but gosh is it cute), but this is more about the human interaction anyway. The scenes involving Key's character of Clarence introducing a group of gangbangers to the musical catalogue of George Michael serves as a surprisingly great tribute to the recently-deceased pop star, and a moment involving the surprise appearance of a certain veteran from the Scary Movie franchise brings out the best of everyone involved with this project. It's a movie that is far from perfect, but I'll be darned if it isn't pretty damn funny.


Also, the ending credits, which consists of a large number of Keanu-centric stills wherein the cat is dressed up to mimic famous movie scenes, is far too adorable. How that has yet to make it to calendar form, I have no idea.











37) Lights Out



For a first time (major) directorial debut, David F. Sandberg's Lights Out serves as one of the better surprises that I saw in a cinema during 2016. Of course, it being in the bottom half of my sixty choices does mean that I sat through other horror movies that I personally found to be more engaging or suspenseful, but I will get to those in future posts. Speaking of that, I feel beyond tired when it comes to the argument that "PG-13 horror films can't be scary," and I would point to this hidden gem about an unknown entity that torments a young boy and his family in the dark (which you can read my full review for here) as an example of why you shouldn't be so easy to just ignorantly throw that statement around. Does it have flaws? Absolutely. The acting is quite hit-or-miss, though Maria Bello (A History of Violence, Payback) shines above everyone else. The dependence on jump scares wears thin over time, but its unsettling nature, which evokes other recent efforts such as The Babadook and Insidious (whose own director James Wan produces here) does breathe some life into this short-running flick. Turn off the lights (hardy har har) and immerse yourself in its strange world.




Well, that shall do it for part two. Stay tuned for part three, which may or may not include the most controversial movie of the summer, an incredibly quirky comedy-drama starring the man once known as "Bullseye," and a terrifying documentary that should have received wider release......

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Into the Hive Presents: End of the Line (Part 1)

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I....okay, admittedly it's only been about three months since I posted something on here, but can you blame me for attempting some sort of grandiose introduction? Then again, it would be rather unfair to even think that 2016 will go down as anything other than a very depressing year for anybody who is left with a pulse. After all, we had to bear witness to an awful election that made us appear as a laughing stock to the rest of the world, the United Kingdom withdrew from the European Union in a move that many across the globe called "utterly insane," and we were hit with an unbelievable amount of high-profile deaths from the entertainment industry that seemingly came out of nowhere.


Despite the unmistakable sense of dread that a large chunk of the population is feeling right now, you still have to take the good with the (very) bad, and luckily enough, we had a plethora of solid releases in the realm of cinema to nearly make up for anything that was utter rubbish during the time where we elected that guy who took one of the top 3 worst stone cold stunners as president. Of course, there has historically never been an absolutely perfect year for movies, so yours truly had to sit through quite a few bad ones so that you wouldn't have to. Unlike most "end of the year" lists that you will no doubt be seeing around the internet and in your local bookstore (yes, those are still a thing), I have elected to rank every single one of the special pieces, as it can also give me an excuse to talk about pictures that I never got around to properly reviewing (unless you follow me on Instagram). Today shall be the first twelve, which I suppose you can consider to be my equivalent to what are usually categorized as a "worst of the year" compilation.


So without further adieu, let us move into the first part of what I have dubbed "End of the Line." As we kick off, we pay a visit to someone who has long been a staple of the comic book industry...












60) Yoga Hosers



Ha! You thought it was going to be something based off of a DC Comics property, didn't you? Anyway, I feel as though I ran myself ragged during my written review for Kevin Smith's latest foray outside of his "View Askewniverse," and it almost feels unnecessary to compose any further pieces about the rather poor Yoga Hosers. The tale of two teenage clerks (Smith even has one of them utter the infamous "I'm not even supposed to be here today" line from his debut picture) who get sucked into a plot involving the appearance of Nazi sausages is most assuredly not for his target audience, but it fails to generate any real laughs regardless of whatever demographic it is aiming for. It feels like a movie made solely for his closest friends and family (nepotism is certainly on display here with the casting of daughter Harley Quinn Smith & her bestie Lily-Rose Depp), and is further proof that not every idea that you come up while high on marijuana should make it to screen. Plus, when you manage to pull Johnny Depp into your picture, bury him underneath some horrible prosthetics, and proceed to make him act like a bad impression of a Mad TV character, then you may be in trouble. Hell, even if the first two acts ended up being watchable or halfway decent, the third one is bad enough to keep it grounded at this number in the countdown.









59) Meet the Blacks



Good Lemmy was this embarrassing. If this one doesn't ring a bell to you, fret not: should you ever watch it, it might be forgotten about within less than two days. In a year where we had triumphant pictures in the realm of African American cinema (which will be discussed within a couple of days or so), this sorry excuse for a film that means to serve as a hybrid parody/sequel to the ever-popular The Purge franchise is just pathetic, offensive, and all-around lazy. The writing feels like something that middle school students would come up with upon their first attempt at screenwriting, but with no prior knowledge or understanding of what makes comedies work. The "jokes" are fired out at such an alarmingly quick rate, that you're never left with any time to breathe or even recall those that almost made you chuckle. Perhaps the most horrifying aspect of this mess is the presence of well-respected comedians such as George Lopez (portraying president "El Bama." Hur hur hur) and Paul Mooney. Unless they have drastically changed their opinions over the years, those two were always quite vocal with expressing their disgust with the stereotyping over their own races. Of course, they could have owed the crew and its director a favor, but if that's the case, how big of one was it? Please, stop filming and supporting this type of dreck. And while I have the time to address him, I'd like to kindly ask that Mike Epps stay FAR away from that Richard Pryor biopic if he has any respect for that legend's legacy.









58) Norm of the North



In a year that was filled with stunning pieces of animation that carried important messages for younger viewers and often took chances by including darker themes, 2016 was kicked off by the Lionsgate-distributed, Rob Schneider-led Norm of the North, which was (and I'm putting this lightly) hauntingly crappy. One can only imagine how studio executives must have crafted and conceived this tale about a talking polar bear who tries to save his home. In order to do that, he figures that the best way to accomplish such a thing would be to show every single person in the big cities that he can twerk (which in turn, amazes people to the point where they act as if Jesus Christ himself has returned). While the astonishing shittiness of Norm of the North can be fascinatingly bad to watch at times, it was also one of the few flicks this year to truly frustrate me: its plot becomes rather convoluted (queue the studio heads saying "eh, kids are stupid. Who cares? Let's just do more homophobic and big butt jokes!"), the writing feels dated and cheap, and it blatantly attempts to ape more well-known animated pieces (if you don't agree that the lemmings are a direct ripoff of Despicable Me's Minions, you may not own a television set. Or ever venture outside). Despite a budget of approximately eighteen million dollars, Norm's graphics appear to be ripped right out of a PlayStation 2 title. Unlike those video games, however, I sense that any subsequent follow-ups, which were greenlit before this abomination even made it to theaters, will degenerate and look progressively worse; making this out to appear like Toy Story in comparison.









57) Zoolander 2



In terms of wanting to please its audience, it was hard to think of a more desperate picture that was released to cinemas that WASN'T Zoolander 2. Let it be known: I really enjoy this project's predecessor, and have the ability to quote a good number of lines from it should you ever put me on the spot. If you asked me whether it should have received any sort of follow-up, wherein it would revolve around the seemingly random murdering of pop culture icons and models, I would most likely respond with a half-hearted shrug, and ask that it be done as soon as humanly possible (i.e. not fifteen years later). Much to my sadness, time was not on this motion picture's side, and the only result of Zoolander 2's release and aftermath is that it manages to actually hurt the original piece's legacy as a result of this entry being so lackluster. Yes, there are a very, VERY small amount of laughs to be found when you aren't being suffocated with obnoxiously forced celebrity cameos (including Neil deGrasse Tyson of all people), but most of them come from throwbacks to the original film. Of course, that begs the question of why wouldn't you just save your money and watch that instead? Especially since, save for Ben Stiller himself, there just seems to be so much disappointment on the faces of everyone involved with Zoolander 2. Truthfully, I do feel remorse for even putting this so low, as Stiller himself treated this as if it were a passion project. And yet, if that was the case, why not go with concepts that you AREN'T as passionate about next time? I'd rather you take a chance on something different than churn out an unnecessary, unfunny sequel.



Which reminds me.......









56) Independence Day: Resurgence



Ahhhh, that was the easiest segue in the world.



First off, director Roland Emmerich's newest big budget catastrophe (whose own title is a fairly accurate description of whatever resembles a plot) loses points with me solely based on the fact that it led to fan favorite companies Funimation and Toho Pictures being forced to rename a specific Japanese release for Western audiences. Why you might be asking? Because they were afraid that people would confuse the two pictures with one another. As stupid as they may sound, trust me when I say that people can constantly surprise you when it comes to being easily confused by similar-sounding media (yours truly has spent twelve years in the world of retail after all). Luckily, I am here to help those in need who are searching for an easy, quick way to help differentiate the two flicks: Godzilla Resurgence, the thirty-first entry in a franchise that has been (unfairly) dismissed and stereotyped as "dumb," actually has some real strong commentary about the state of Japanese politics hidden beneath the expensive destruction in his newest rampage. It's gorgeous to look at it, features some top-notch acting, a large amount of smart dialogue, and is just a real pleasant surprise. Independence Day: Resurgence, on the other hand, sports an often-confusing narrative, ridiculous twists that even those with the ability to suspend disbelief will find stunningly stupid, racial caricatures that would make even Michael Bay cringe (something which carried over from its 1996 forefather), and most surprisingly, a shocking lack of fun. It also reflects the evolution of the "summer blockbuster," as some of these effects and ideas feel like they were lifted from an assortment of superior pictures over the last two decades. Was actor Will Smith's decision to opt out of this and instead stick with the equally-maligned Suicide Squad a wise one? Hell, given that nearly every other veteran from the prior film has a look in their eyes that echoes the most sorrowful of moods, I would venture to say...I guess so?









55) God's Not Dead 2



Jeez, even I didn't expect there to be so many sequels filling out the bottom twelve so far. I suppose that such a thing reflects on just how poorly and/or hastily made some of these were though, right? Unsurprisingly, the follow-up to one of my most despised propaganda pieces in recent memory can't quite come in towards the very bottom because at this point on, I feel slightly sorry for many people involved with it. You start with one of my first childhood crushes in Melissa Joan Hart (Clarissa Explains it All, Sabrina The Teenage Witch) turning in a blatantly overdramatic performance as a teacher who goes on trial for bringing up Jesus in a classroom discussion about Martin Luther King Jr. Suddenly, she finds herself in a heap of trouble and on trial, with the evil ACLU threatening to strip away her teaching license forever and prove that once and for all, GOD IS DEAD. *cue evil laughter*


Okay, so only a small percentage of the above sentence is actually uttered in the film, though I will leave it to you readers to figure out which part it is. Still, the fact remains that these filmmakers believe that making the American Civil Liberties Union (led by Twin Peaks veteran Ray Wise), who have gone to bat for free speech of even the worst variety, look like evil antichristian devils out to ruin every single believers' lives, is just laughable.






God's Not Dead 2 has this idea that all of its fanbase are just dying to hear straw man arguments for ninety minutes interspersed with awkward subplots involving pastors who look like MacGyver and a portrayal of a Chinese father and his son that is so bad, it appears as though the writers were hoping for it to draw us one step closer to a nuclear war. Instead of potentially improving upon your initial product, it's just a boring, stupefying, irritating, and preachy mess.


And if my religious comrades still aren't convinced to stay away, I must warn you: Mike Huckabee has a cameo in it......


.......Ugh, even Zoolander 2 knew where to draw the line.......









54) 31



In a way, writer/director Rob Zombie's latest foray into the horror realm, the very "Running Man"-inspired 31, shares a lot in common with Kevin Smith's aforementioned Yoga Hosers. Both have come out after a brief three-year-long break and they are from filmmakers whose previous body of work, while not always consistent, was usually discussed positively among their peers and legion of devotees. Released to theaters for essentially one whole day, it wasn't entirely shocking that 31 wasn't picked up for wider distribution, as the film does sport a good amount of uncomfortable moments and occasional brutal violence. Then again, the man responsible for films such as The Devil's Rejects and House of 1,000 Corpses has never exactly been a favorite of the MPAA, so it seemed like an honest-to-god miracle that this made its way into any Cineplex whatsoever. The story of 31 revolves around a small group of carnival workers who get sucked into playing a game of survival against a group of psychotic clowns, who are unleashed upon them by wannabe powdered aristocrats (led by A Clockwork Orange's Malcolm McDowell). The story, while fairly simplistic and rudimentary, sounds like it could make for an entertaining experience, but much like Zombie's previous flick, it is far more concerned with style and "being cool" than being scary or even unsettling. Given that this was conceptualized and written within a rather short amount of time, I'm not even sure that the former White Zombie frontman himself seemed to know what 31 should end up being. Some truly bizarre and scattered dialogue (a staple at this point in his filmography) ends up coming across as ludicrously childish and annoying, and although Batman Begins star Richard Brake manages to make the best of what he has been forced to memorize (his presence, though underutilized, is enough to keep it out of the bottom five), the entire product as a whole just feels forgettable and worse yet, often lazy. At least Malcolm McDowell can now say that Mr. Magoo isn't the worst thing he's ever taken part in.









53) Gods of Egypt



Hey look, it's a dead horse! Who wants to take turns beating it some more?!


Honestly, what can I say about this expensive dumpster fire that hasn't already been uttered by every single newspaper, magazine, or website across the country? This pastiche of God of WarThe Mummy, and a bad Saturday morning cartoon will almost certainly be up for every award at the yearly Razzie Awards, and given how idiotic, ugly (Big Bad Beetleborgs features better costume designs), cheap (Terminator 2: Judgement Day has superior CGI), dull (overacting that makes Gerard Butler's villain seem grounded), and whitewashed (if you can count more than two or three Egyptian and/or Middle Eastern actors, I will buy you a coke) it is, I wouldn't be completely opposed to it sweeping every category. The most depressing aspect of Gods of Egypt comes from knowing that it has the name of Alex Proyas (The Crow, Dark City) attached to it. During its initial theatrical run, the director lashed out rather harshly at critics for disliking his newest project, and likened them to vultures. Well, unless my memory is hazy, those birds feast on dying creatures and rotting carcasses. Therefore, even you must be admitting that your movie is a stinker Alex.










52) Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice



You know, almost a full year has passed, and I feel as though this much-hyped crossover clash took far too much of a thrashing to warrant it actually topping a multitude of "Worst of the Year" lists. Yes, it is a dumb, confusing, lengthy (the director's cut that appears on its Blu-Ray release runs for over three hours), unexciting, poorly edited, poorly acted (I'm still staring at you with disgust Jesse Eisenberg), and just all-around messy production, but....I've seen far worse. In fact, I was sincerely debating rotating this and my next two entries on this countdown around with each other, as they all essentially feel like the same inadequate misfire. If you haven't already read my initial thoughts after I saw it in theaters, click here for the rundown. I'm honestly too tired to go through arguing about this one again.









51) Suicide Squad



Speaking of tiresome, what exhausted me about discussing Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice was doubled in the frustratingly clunky big-screen adaptation of one of DC Comics' most notorious antihero collectives. Yes, Will Smith as noted assassin Deadshot is arguably the highlight of the picture, and Jay Hernandez's El Diablo comes close to resembling an interesting character (until he suddenly turns into a leftover sketch from Thor: The Dark World towards the end of their confrontation with the hilariously terrible Enchantress), but I just felt so bad for this flick's entire existence. Writer/director David Ayer was given approximately six weeks to write a script AFTER a release date was scheduled, they were forced to go back and shoot additional sequences because test audiences/executives thought that the film wasn't fun enough (note: it didn't work out), and the entire experience is noticeably edited like they were in a hurry to get it out while the buzz around "superhero" films was still hot. Even Jared Leto's portrayal as The Joker is the least of this production's worries, as he is barely in the thing. Anyway, I already tired myself out breaking down how and why I didn't enjoy this particular experience, so go check out my full, unedited thoughts if it interests you in the slightest.









50) Batman: The Killing Joke



As with the two entries above, here is my full-length review for the animated adaptation of Alan Moore's celebrated, yet controversial Batman story that deals with not just the complex relation between the caped crusader and his most well-known adversary, but also as a potential origin story for one of the oldest comic book creations of all time. If you don't feel like clicking that link, I shall attempt to sum it up in two sentences. Despite some fairly good animation and solid voice performances, the first act of the picture (which consists of original content that does NOT come from its source material) is so ghastly and wretched that it actually manages to twist the Killing Joke storyline into something entirely different, and not in a good way. If you were one of the few who felt that Moore's writing and use of Barbara Gordon was offensive in the 1988 graphic novel, then you haven't seen anything yet. Perhaps this should have been done as a short film instead, or remained untouched altogether.









49) Nine Lives



In terms of technical aspects, the Barry Sonenfeld-directed Nine Lives is worse than every other motion picture that I have mentioned so far (yes, even Yoga Hosers). After all, it is essentially a really bad take on The Shaggy Dog, but with Kevin Spacey in place of Fred MacMurray and Tim Allen, and it being a feline rather than a canine. But dear Lemmy is it gloriously shitty. The CGI cat , whose own sound effects are provided by a grown man who was being paid to screech and howl like you would around an excitable toddler, looks like it was lifted out of a mid-1990s straight-to-VHS release, and nobody bothered to actually spend any money by hiring animators who knew even the slightest bit about how to make something look halfway believable. SpaceyCat (someone trademark that damn it!) does its business inside of Cheryl Hines' purse, in what we can assume is punishment for divorcing Larry David on Curb Your Enthusiasm. It also falls out of a window at one point, but somehow finds its way into a limo for hijinks. SpaceyCat breaks into an alcohol cabinet and drinks an entire bottle of whiskey out of a water bowl. Come to think of it, a plethora of the cast also drinks throughout the film's running time, and it wouldn't have surprised me to find out that most of them were severely inebriated when the cameras were on. If you have access to certain likeminded individuals or, well, "film enhancers," Nine Lives can make for one hell of an entertaining time. If you don't, the possibility of enjoyment is still there, but c'mon, you might as well live a little if you're going to sit through a picture starring Kevin Spacey trapped inside the body of a pet cat that Christopher Walken dubs "Mr. Fuzzypants."




And with that, the true turds have been dealt with. Come back very soon for the next twelve, which may or may not include a ninety-minute advertisement for an outdated video game, a disappointing step back for a franchise that seemed as though it was getting back on track to being respectable, and a love letter to mafia flicks that somehow managed to wrangle Paul Sorvino into its cast....