2003: Gigli.

Small-time mob enforcer Larry Gigli (Ben Affleck) is attracted to
his lesbian partner, Ricki (Jennifer Lopez). Hilarity does not ensue.

Release Date: Aug. 1, 2003. Running Time: 116 minutes. Writer: Martin Brest. Producer: Martin Brest, Casey Silver. Director: Martin Brest.


THE PLOT:

Larry Gigli (Ben Affleck) is a small-time enforcer for Louis (Lenny Venito), a low-level Los Angeles mobster. Larry thinks of himself as a tough guy, but he mostly gets menial assignments, such as collecting overdue payments.

It's after one such job that Louis gives him a more challenging assignment: to kidnap Brian (Justin Bartha), the autistic brother of a federal prosecutor who is bringing a case against mob boss Starkman (Al Pacino). Louis sees this as a chance to take some initiative and move up in the organization... assuming Larry can manage not to screw it up.

To make sure Larry doesn't bungle it, he assigns a second enforcer: Ricki (Jennifer Lopez), a beautiful but tough lesbian. Ricki instantly dismisses Larry as every bit the idiot Louis thinks. However, as they work together, babysitting Brian and waiting for further instructions, the unexpected happens - they begin to form an unlikely friendship.

But for Larry, friendship just isn't enough...

Larry and Ricki eat an awkward meal with their kidnap victim, autistic Brian (Justin Bartha).

CHARACTERS:

Larry Gigli: The title character is a man who strives to seem tough but utterly fails to pull it off. If this had been made twenty years later, he'd doubtless refer to himself as an "alpha." We're meant to see his inner decency gradually emerge as he sheds his devotion to that self-image. It's a solid character arc... on paper. Too bad the script's idea of character development is to directly tell the audience this, with little sense of any gradual shift in behavior. "Tell don't show" also applies to Larry's status as a supposed screw up. He's labeled this by Louis and Ricki, but the only real mistake we see him making up to that point is letting his guard down when Ricki shows up and smiles at him. Ben Affleck is terrible here. When he's not directly speaking, he mostly just stares slack-jawed into space waiting for his next line.

Ricki: Jennifer Lopez is marginally better, in that she at least appears to be awake. She fails to convince as a tough girl, though... which is odd, because she was 100% convincing as a tough, smart young woman in Steven Soderbergh's Out of Sight just five years earlier. The script does her no favors. As with Larry, we're told that she's tough without ever seeing it. The closest the film comes to showing her doing anything is when she intimidates a group of noisy teenagers. She also doesn't convince as a lesbian, because what we mainly see is her flirting with Ben Affleck from literally her first second of screen time all the way to the end of the movie.

Brian: Justin Bartha plays the autistic young man Larry kidnaps... and yes, he's awful, but I don't see how he could have not been. The script's research into autism seems to have consisted of whatever Martin Brest remembered from whenever he watched Rain Man. "Discount Rain Man" pretty much describes both character and performance, only with the "comedy" additions of an overactive libido and Tourette's Syndrome to justify him bursting out swearing at random intervals. Making Brian a triple threat: terminally unfunny while also being inaccurate and insulting as a representation of most people with autism and most people with Tourette's.

Detective Jacobellis: Christopher Walken drops by for exactly one scene as... well, Christopher Walken. I don't know whether he actually goes off script, but I'd bet on it when he rants about alien abductions in the middle of dropping exposition about Brian's brother. He also pauses every so often to stare piercingly at Ben Affleck. I think the intent is that he's trying to rattle Gigli into revealing something, but Walken plays it more as if he's wondering what Affleck's eyeballs taste like. Then he whoops about Marie Callender pies sitting on top of foreheads (?) before leaving both apartment and movie just as abruptly as he came in. I think it's the oddest Christopher Walken performance I've seen - and I've seen both cuts of Wild Side.

Starkman: Al Pacino also appears for a single scene, presumably as a favor to the director who finally delivered him his long-sought Oscar. Both he and Walken ended up nominated for Worst Supporting Actor Razzies. Unlike Walken, Pacino doesn't deserve that. It's definitely an over-the-top "21st century Pacino" performance, with him mixing exaggerated mannerisms and shouted threats. But it's also the movie's best scene, with Pacino convincingly injecting a hint of menace that's sadly absent from the rest.

An overacting Al Pacino provides the movie with its single best scene.

"SAY SOMETHING NICE":

Gigli has a passable opening. The film fades in on Larry Gigli amiably chatting. At first, we think he's just narrating his thoughts. Then we see that he's actually speaking... to a man he has tied and placed into a machine in a laundromat. It's dumb - Larry didn't even bother to lock the door, so a customer wanders in during this - but it sets a tone that mixes comedy with the threat of violence. If the rest of the movie had managed to sustain this tone, then I doubt it would be forming a part of this review series.


THE UNKINDEST CUT:

This is famously not the movie director Martin Brest wanted to make. The studio rejected his 160 minute cut of the film, probably fearful of a repeat of Brest's financially unsuccessful Meet Joe Black (a film that I liked, though I won't deny that it was bloated).

The execs seized control, demanding five weeks of extensive reshoots that transformed Gigli from an edgy crime caper into a mainstream romantic comedy, the better to capitalize on the (frankly inexplicable) tabloid fascination with the romance between co-stars Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez. In a 2023 interview with Variety, Brest observed that "the entire context of the film was upended, (and) the original intention was pretty much obliterated."

To be clear, I doubt that Brest's version would have been a good movie. Affleck at this point in his career wasn't a substantial enough screen presence to carry it over the rough edges, and the bones of a good picture simply are not present in the idiotic plot. That said, Brest's cut almost certainly would have been less bad. The summary I read of the original, darker final Act sounds much better than the ending the film got; and given how badly the movie flopped, the reshoots amounted to throwing more money onto the funeral pyre.

That said, I have no idea what possessed Brest to deliver a 160-minute cut in the first place. Never mind that his contract only gave him final cut up to 130 minutes, essentially enabling the studio to take it away from him... at more than forty minutes less than that, the theatrical cut feels incredibly sluggish. I can't speak to Brest's cut, but I'm pretty sure you could knock 15 minutes off the theatrical version without it even being noticeable.

The opening scene, one of the few bits where Ben Affleck manages a facial expression.

THOUGHTS:

"It's turkey time! Gobble-gobble!"
-Jennifer Lopez pauses to review Gigli in the midst of acting in it.

I'm a little disappointed.

Gigli is almost as infamous as a bad movie as Battlefield Earth, with titles like "one of the worst movies ever made" attached to it regularly. Battlefield was a spectacular mess, so bad on every level that it was actually kind of compelling to watch. By contrast, Gigli is... an ordinary bad movie.

I'm not trying to defend Gigli. It's dumb and, what's worse, it's dull. A weak crime plot seems to have been bizarrely welded to an even weaker relationship comedy. The two leads are unconvincing, and the film's attempted ruminations on human sexuality have less insight than the ramblings of a stoned and horny undergraduate.

But that's all it is: an ill-conceived, poorly scripted movie that's bad in ways tons of movies are bad. It's not even bad enough to be funny except for a couple of bizarre moments (Christopher Walken; "gobble-gobble"). For the most part, it's just kind of... there.

Christopher Walken pops up for an extremely weird cameo.

OTHER MUSINGS:

"Just kind of there" is a fair summation of Gigli's plot progression, in that the plot doesn't so much progress as sit there.

As I stated earlier, the bones of a good picture aren't here, but this movie doesn't even use the scant opportunities at its disposal. Larry's meant to be a screw-up, but his kidnapping of Brian goes about as smoothly and easily as possible. Why not have him make a mess of it and only barely get away with his target? It would be a better scene, potentially creating the mix of comedy and suspense that made the director's '80s films so enjoyable. It would also explain exactly why Louis assigns Ricki after that. As it stands, I have no idea why he didn't just turn to her in the first place.

The hassle-free initial kidnapping is pretty much how every would-be complication goes. After Christopher Walken comes by and lets Larry know that he's kidnapped the brother of a federal prosecutor, Larry and Ricki take Brian out of the apartment to go... um, be visible in public, I guess. Why not have Walken's detective staking out the place, with them having to stumble around the area to escape without him noticing. It would require Walken for all of a handful of additional shots, and it would show the anti-heroes having to be clever to get around him.

Also, why do they leave the apartment at all? It's not as if they go somewhere else, even though taking refuge at Ricki's place might open up both dramatic and comedic possibilities. If they did that, then the film could engage a bit with its half-hearted attempt to study the spectrum of sexuality by showing Ricki's circle of friends But no. Larry and Ricki just sort of drive around a bit, being so worried about the federal prosecutor that they and Brian have lunch at an outdoor, public area (!), all before dropping in on Larry's mother (Lainie Kazan in a brief, unfunny cameo) before... returning to the very apartment they just fled. Well, that was exciting.

Gigli's dumb plot is a setup that leads nowhere. For most of the running time, nothing happens and it just keeps on not happening. Larry and Ricki sort of hang out together, sort-of flirting before Ricki reminds Larry that she's gay, really honest, before directing glances his way and flirting some more.

Much of it plays like a bad sitcom: What if a horny tough guy became roommates with a beautiful lesbian? Except the sitcom would probably have been more entertaining.

Larry bonds with Brian. Since Larry's dull and Brian's annoying, I truly don't care.

THE OTHER NOMINEES:

Gigli was such an instantly notorious flop that it pretty much had a lock on the award.

The Cat in the Hat was probably its only serious competitor for Worst Picture, a live action adaptation of the classic Dr. Seuss book starring Mike Myers as the titular cat. The results were so bad that Seuss's widow halted further live action versions of her husband's work. I haven't seen it, but the handful of clips I've viewed convince me that I should stay far away.

Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle is an odd choice for this list. I haven't seen it, but it didn't review that badly, and though it underperformed expectations, it still managed to eke out a profit. Its disappointing performance did put paid to any further films in the series until the disastrous 2019 reboot.

From Justin to Kelly continued the 2000s trend of the Razzies nominating an attempt by a music star to move to movies. This time it was Kelly Clarkson's turn - though against her wishes and as a result of contractual obligation.

Wikipedia calls Rick de Oliveira's The Real Cancun a "reality film" - essentially, reality TV on the bigscreen. It follows American teens on Spring Break, and it frankly sounds duller than Gigli. No, I haven't watched it. And if a gun was held to my head, I'd sit through The Cat in the Hat before attempting to endure this slop.


OVERALL:

Gigli is a bad movie, but it doesn't live down to its reputation as one of the worst films ever made. Its biggest problem is that it's boring. After a passably competent setup, nothing happens except talk. Very badly-written talk. This persists until about the 90 minute mark, when Al Pacino finally shows up to push the wafer-thin story to its conclusion.

I'd agree with Jennifer Lopez's statement that there are worse movies out there. It's not that Gigli is unwatchable; it's that I can't really think of any good reason to watch it. It's not even bad enough to be fun.


Rating: Turkey.

Worst Picture - 2002: Swept Away
Worst Picture - 2004: Catwoman (not yet reviewed)

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2002: Swept Away.

Adrift at sea on a ruined dinghy... Which is not a bad metaphor for this entire movie.

Release Date: Oct. 11, 2002. Running Time: 89 minutes. Screenplay: Guy Ritchie. Based on: Swept Away... by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August, by Lina Wertmuller. Producer: Matthew Vaughn. Director: Guy Ritchie.


THE PLOT:

Amber Leighton (Madonna) is the wife of pharmaceuticals millionaire Tony (Bruce Greenwood). She is a woman with few redeeming qualities, a petty, foul-tempered chain smoker who is completely unbothered by moral questions. Giuseppe (Adriano Giannini) is a fisherman who is working on the yacht Tony has chartered to take them from Italy to Greece. He despises Amber on sight, and she takes a perverse pleasure in insulting and demeaning him.

One day, Amber demands Giuseppe take her out on a dinghy to visit some caves on a nearby island. Giuseppe and the crew warn her about the weather, but she insists. And since she's paying, Giuseppe is left with no choice but to do it.

Sure enough, a storm hits, and the two end up washed ashore on a deserted island. Since they had drifted far off course, there's no serious hope of rescue... which for Giuseppe, means that the tables have turned. As a fisherman, he is well suited to survive, while Amber has no skills at all. He insists that from now on, she will serve him - or else he will leave her to starve.

Then the unexpected happens, as these two opposites find themselves falling in love...

Giuseppe (Adriano Giannini) and the crew meet their new clients.

CHARACTERS:

Amber: In addition to the film's Worst Picture honors, Madonna took home the Razzie as Worst Actress of 2002. I don't know whether that was deserved, but she is quite bad. She spends the first half being cartoonishly nasty. A better actress might have lent some variety to the deliveries, maybe half-flirting in some of the barbs flung at Giuseppe, maybe being bored and uninterested with her husband... You know, a performance that might be consistent with her character arc. Madonna just snaps all of her insults in the same petulant tone. There's also no transition at all between this and the second half, when she becomes alternately submissive and clingy. It's like a switch just is flipped to make her personality change completely.

Giuseppe: Adriano Giannini, son of the 1974 film's star, Giancarlo Giannini, fares better as the fisherman. He has decent comedic timing, and some of his interactions with the other members of the yacht's crew are amusing. I suspect the actor could do well in other roles, particularly comic ones. Too bad I never believed him in this one. In the original version, Giancarlo Giannini was unkempt with a glint of something like madness in his eyes. You could feel the general class resentment and the very specific anger against this one woman building through the first Act, so that when he released it, you believed his rage. Adriano Giannini looks like... well, like a rich kid who's spent some time at the gym and on the beach. He's never unkempt. Whether working on the ship or fishing on the island, he frequently looks like he's posing for a magazine shoot. He also has no chemistry at all with Madonna, but I'm not inclined to blame him for that.

Tony: Bruce Greenwood manages to give a decent performance as Amber's husband. Unlike her, he shows a surface politeness to the crew, but it's obvious that he looks on them the way a feudal lord looked down upon his peasants. At one point, he solicits an opinion from Giuseppe about his business. He smiles and makes a show of listening as Giuseppe expounds, but his condescension is obvious. He may be "nicer" than Amber, but his attitude is actually more insidious than hers. Too bad he's absent for most of the movie, as I suspect a good script might have been able to do something halfway interesting with his character.

One thing that can be said is that this movie at least looks good.

"SAY SOMETHING NICE":

At least it's pretty.

The one thing that can be reliably said about Guy Ritchie as a filmmaker is that he has a strong visual sense. He's made good movies and absolutely godawful ones, but every one of his films that I've seen has visual polish to spare, and this remains true in Swept Away.

The first Act almost, sort of works, with Ritchie keeping scenes short and snappy and intercutting them for comedic effect. I mentally mocked how over-the-top Madonna's performance (and Amber's behavior) was, but at the same time I was passably engaged, simply because Ritchie kept a sense of energy to the early going.

However, that same style doesn't work in the story's favor once they reach the island. Instead of slowing down to let us get close to the character, Ritchie keeps his sceens short. Multiple montages and Giuseppe fantasizing a Madonna dance number don't so much add energy as push the viewer away from the characters. Still, for a while at least, director Guy Ritchie is able to keep screenwriter Guy Ritchie's dreadful story moving, making the viewing experience a lot less painful than might have been the case.

Gennarino (Giancarlo Giannini) and Raffaella (Mariangela Melato)
fall in love in Lina Wertmuller's much better 1974 original.

SWEPT AWAY (1974):

I am not the biggest fan of Lina Wertmuller's 1974 Swept Away... by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August. Watching two terrible people brutalize each other first emotionally and then physically isn't my idea of a good time at the movies, and I find the film's political messages to be laid on with a bit of a heavy hand. Beyond that, I've honestly never found much fascination in "stranded on an island" stories, which I find tend to grow tedious once the characters actually get stranded on the island.

Even so, there's no doubting the seriousness of Wertmuller's attempt to explore power differences among classes, sexes, and even political belief systems. The movie is surprisingly complex: Mariangela Melato's Raffaella is a predatory capitalist who abuses her power in the first part of the movie, bullying Giancarlo Giannini's loudly Communist Gennarino. Once they are on the island, the tables turn, with the Communist now abusing his power over the capitalist. Once they fall in love, the film encourages us to like both of them... but then it's revealed that he has a wife and children, and that he's willing to leave them without a thought, revealing his own hypocrisy.

The 1974 film is, in short, a serious movie from a serious filmmaker. The two leads have chemistry both as enemies and as lovers, and I end up fully believing in characters who might have been reduced to tedious class symbols. Oh, and the ending is so perfectly judged that, even though I did a bit of seat shifting in the second half, I still actively applauded the final minutes.

It's also very much a product of its time. I challenge you to watch it and envision a way that a reasonably faithful remake, even if it had been good, could have been accepted by mass audiences in 2002. It was inevitable that the edges would be sanded away, resulting in a vehicle for a pop star that, while helmed by a rising filmmaker, was anything but a serious movie...

Amber and Giuseppe fall in love... and I don't believe it for a second.

OTHER MUSINGS:

Giuseppe (renamed so that Madonna's Amber can dub him "PeePee") is no longer a Communist. Sure, he's appalled when she dismisses the inability of poor people to afford expensive pharmaceuticals, but that just makes him a human being with a functioning sense of empathy. He throws Amber's capitalist defenses in her face once they're on the island, but he doesn't have any politics of his own to replace it with. The closest he comes is some rambling about nature that is so incoherent that it briefly put me on Amber's side when she snarkily called him, "Nature Boy." Oh, and he has no family, which eliminates one of the more interesting turns of the original story.

Though the physical aggressiveness is toned down, it is still present, as is a near-rape, though all of that is now confined to an approximately ten-minute chunk around the middle of the movie. It also no longer convinces. In the original, the older Giannini seemed half crazed when he assaulted Raffaella, with him only barely managing to pull himself back at the last moment. The remake's Giuseppe never seems to be particularly out of control. I admit to being surprised that Guy Ritchie didn't remove all of this - but given that it now feels out of step with the overall movie rather than part and parcel of it, he probably should have taken out all of it.

The overall outline is more or less faithful to the original. The same basic things happen in the same basic order. But the emotion no longer feels genuine, and neither do the characters. It has as little to say as Harrison Ford's middling 1998 comedy, Six Days, Seven Nights, and it manages to be less entertaining. Notably, while Wertmuller's original ran almost two hours, Guy Ritchie's remake can't even fill 90 minutes - and that's with multiple screen time guzzling montages and two musical numbers, one of which is a dream sequence.

Also, while I mentioned this in the "Characters" section, it bears repeating: Madonna and Adriano Giannini have zero screen chemistry, making it essentially impossible to invest in their romance. When the two leads in the original finally made love, there was a sense of real passion and emotion. When these two do the same, it plays out more or less like a television perfume ad.

Amber is reunited with her husband, Tony (Bruce Greenwood).

THE OTHER NOMINEES:

This is another year in which I've only seen one of the nominated movies. Given the movies in question, I doubt I'll remedy that anytime soon.

The Adventures of Pluto Nash. Eddie Murphy's star had been on the wane for a while, but 2002 was probably the worst year of his career, with the release of no less than three flops. I saw both Showtime and I Spy, and those were bad enough that I can't really credit sci-fi action-comedy Pluto Nash being particularly worse. It was more expensive, however, boasting a budget of $100 million, and it didn't even manage to eke back $10 million.

Crossroads. For the second year running, a Razzie nominee spotlighted a young pop star attempting to break into movies. Britney Spears's stab at cinema didn't go any better than Mariah Carey's Glitter the year before, and I suspect very few people even remember that this motion picture exists.

Pinocchio. Italian comedy star Roberto Benigni was still riding the international success of 1997's Life Is Beautiful, which likely explains how this ill-conceived project got off the ground. The movie was reportedly further harmed in the U. S. by a ghastly English dub, but I somehow doubt that a movie casting a 50-year-old man as a child puppet worked terribly well even in the original Italian.

Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones. The only one of 2002's nominees that I've actually seen. Like Episode I, I'm pretty sure it was nominated mainly for its profile. The Anakin/Padme romance is justifiably notorious, with horrible droning dialogue and a romance between co-stars Hayden Christensen and Natalie Portman that makes Swept Away's look good by comparison. However, the secondary plot, following Ewan McGregor's Obi Wan as he investigates an attempted assassination, is mostly rather good, as is the action climax. I won't argue against this being a disappointment - prior to The Rise of Skywalker, I'd have rated it as the worst theatrically released Star Wars film, but there's no way it ranks among the worst offerings of any year.

Giuseppe fantasizes a Madonna musical number. Because even Guy Ritchie
can't stay interested in the movie he's actually making.

OVERALL:

2002's Swept Away has some visual polish and a few entertaining moments early on, but it loses what little value it had once the two leads end up stranded on an island. It suffers from a poor central performance by Madonna and a relationship that never convinces, but on its own terms it's neither inept nor unwatchable. It's mostly just boring.

But it's also a direct remake of a far superior movie, and it suffers horribly by comparison. Both the politics and violence are considerably reduced, and the result is the worst of both worlds. Too much has been watered down for anything interesting to survive, but enough is retained to still be uncomfortable viewing - It's just that now it's uncomfortable without a point.

Guy Ritchie really should have just cast his then-wife in a different vanity project, one better suited to both his strengths and hers. A modern musical might have been a better bet.


Rating: Turkey.

Worst Picture - 2001: Freddy Got Fingered
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2001: Freddy Got Fingered.

Gord (Tom Green) disrupts a fancy restaurant with his antics.

Release Date: Apr. 20, 2001. Running Time: 87 minutes. Screenplay: Tom Green, Derek Harvie. Producer: Larry Brezner, Howard Lapides, Lauren Lloyd. Director: Tom Green.


THE PLOT:

Gordon Brody (Tom Green) wants to be a cartoonist. He takes a job in Los Angeles making prepackaged cheese sandwiches, all so that he can be in the right location to pitch his concepts for an animated television series.

He manages to bluff his way into meeting animation studio CEO Dave Davidson (Anthony Michael Hall). Davidson sees right through him... but he also seems legitimately impressed at Gord's sheer gumption, enough to look at his drawings and determine that he has talent. The exec gives him two pieces of advice: To "get inside the animals" to come up with a concept that's actually funny; and to quit the sandwich job to focus on his drawings full time.

So Gord returns home to Portland, Oregon - much to the disgust of his father (Rip Torn). Gord meets and somehow strikes up a relationship with Betty (Marisa Coughlan), a gorgeous wheelchair-bound nurse with dreams of her own. Meanwhile, tensions between Gord and his father continue to build, leading to Gord using his more responsible (and employed) brother, Freddy (Eddie Kaye Thomas), as the centerpiece of a particularly vicious lie!

And I suspect this plot summary makes the story sound a lot more coherent than it actually plays...

Gord's father, Jim (Rip Torn) is appalled by his son. Which would be
relatable, except that Jim is also a pretty terrible human being.

CHARACTERS:

Gord: An immature, jobless loser who achieves his dreams in spite of... well, everything about him. There are clear similarities with Adam Sandler's characters of this period - except that Sandler's alter egos were generally presented as decent people underneath the surface childishness, while Gord is mostly horrible to anyone unfortunate enough to be in his general vicinity. Physical injuries follow in his wake like rats following the Pied Piper; and attempts to show a softer side via his relationship with Betty don't make him more likeable, mainly because he goes right back to being crass and destructive. His lie involving Freddy is so despicable that it would mark the moment I was done with him... except we had already passed me being done with him at least a half hour before that point.

Jim: Given how much I dislike Gord, I should be on the side of his father, Jim (Rip Torn). Jim's not wrong in disdaining Gord's refusal to get any kind of job, and his disgust with Gord's antics is well earned. There's only one problem: Jim is also a terrible person. When he meets Betty, he responds not with amazement that his unemployed, loser son managed to score a beautiful (and gainfully employed) girlfriend. Nope, Jim instead is vile as he mocks her for her disability.

Freddy: Really, I think Gord's whole family is a write-off. Freddy is more responsible than Gord, having his own place and a job at a bank. He's smug about it, too, smirking as he takes in Gord's failures. He's so smug that I doubt any viewer would mind him getting a minor comeuppance, some embarrassment that might cost him the job he's so proud of. Instead, he gets punished in a disproportionate (and utterly implausible) way.

Betty: Marisa Coughlan is an immediately appealing screen presence. Too bad, then, that Betty quickly gets reduced to a running gag centered around an oral sex fixation. Frankly, her journey - from disabled young woman to nurse to inventor - has the makings of a much better and more watchable film plot than Gord and his antics.

Julie: Airplane!'s Julie Hagerty is Gord's mother. Julie indulges her son, seeming to instinctively side with him against Jim at every turn. My head canon is that decades of marriage to the horrible Jim has left her secretly despising him. Hagerty doesn't get much to do; as bad as Tom Green is at writing for his male characters, his script is even worse with the female characters. Still, Hagerty remains gorgeous, and I got a mild chuckle out of her end-of-film circumstances.

Dave Davidson: Anthony Michael Hall gives one of the few good performances as the studio exec. Dave reacts surprisingly well to Gord dressing up (ineptly) as a cop to pitch his cartoon. He actually looks at the drawings and gives good (if almost instantly misinterpreted) advice. It's the opposite of what you'd expect from this type of character, and this well-scripted moment is one of a couple of decent early scenes that may lull some viewers into a false sense of security.

Gord takes the advice to "get inside the animals" a bit too literally.
The bit is stupid and gross, but I have to admit that it made me laugh.

"SAY SOMETHING NICE":

After quitting his sandwich job, Gord drives back to Portland and comes across a dead deer in the road. This prompts one of several infamous scenes, as he recalls Davidson's advice to "get inside the animals" and takes it way too literally, skinning the dead deer before running around in its hide.

Plenty of viewers were offended, and the scene is in poor taste (as is the whole movie). The difference between the rest of the movie and the deer bit, though, is that I actually laughed. Director Tom Green mixes in reactions shots from other animals as they look on in apparent shock and bewilderment. The scene is backed by The New Seekers' I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing, which is about the most purely wholesome sounding song not to be performed by Julie Andrews. The combination of elements - Gord's insane behavior, the other animals watching, and the song - combine in a way that actually worked for me.

It's just too bad that I can't say the same for the rest of the movie...

Gord with his beautiful, wheelchair-bound girlfriend, Betty (Marisa Coughlan).

OTHER MUSINGS:

I have never seen The Tom Green Show. Based on what I've read, the humor for Green's television show arose not so much from him doing weird and obnoxious things as from the reactions of the people around him. Kind of like Borat, only minus the Middle Eastern cosplay.

Freddy Got Fingered does not follow that template at all. There are no non-actors, and there are no unscripted, undirected reactions. Come to think of it, there aren't that many reactions at all. Even when Gord is in public places, such as on a date with Betty in a fancy restaurant roughly halfway in, the focus of the scene is never on the surrounding people but on Gord himself.

Like a fair few of the films in this review series, Freddy Got Fingered has attracted a small but persistent following - but I'm going to side with the majority of contemporary critics who found this to be an inept endurance test.

There's a fair bit of physical comedy, but it's mostly not well staged. There's a running joke, involving escalating injuries to a small child, that should appeal to the more warped side of my sense of humor. If this was a Mel Brooks film, or a Zucker-Abrahams-Zucker, the horrors visited on this innocent tyke would probably have had me in stitches. But Green just doesn't do anything creative with the gag.

The kid appears in the background of a scene, at which point it's just a waiting game to him getting injured. I can picture Brooks, after establishing the joke, have the kid avoid a few calamities in one scene, only to fall victim to something just as the audience had decided that he was safe. ZAZ would probably have some elaborate staging of the tyke's misfortunes. With Green, the scenes play out and the injuries just happen, with no twists, no build, and no clever staging. Both the first and final times, the boy literally runs into calamity, with Gord not even doing anything to cause it. Something that might have been darkly amusing therefore ends up being mostly boring - and given the final shot, "boring" should have been impossible.

That's pretty much the whole movie. It's less a story than a collection of loosely connected skits that ping-pong between gross-out moments and dull would-be gags. Just like the scenes with the ill-fated child, the conflict between Gord and his father doesn't build. There's no sense of a battle of wills that's building to an explosion. Instead, it's just scene after scene of them being horrible to each other, until suddenly Gord tells his lie. Then Gord gets a final act of revenge that might have been amusing if Gord hadn't already become the more terrible of these two people, with a tacked-on reconciliation that doesn't convince even within the context of this thin script.

Freddy Got Fingered ends up being dull, irritating, and almost entirely unfunny. At least Battlefield Earth made me laugh, albeit without intending to.

Gord's cartoon triumph: Zebras in America.

THE OTHER NOMINEES:

I've seen all but one of the 2001 Razzie nominees... which is unfortunate, as these movies are a pretty bad lot:

Driven was Sylvester Stallone's attempt to do for car racing what Rocky had done for boxing. The result plays like a bad ripoff of Tom Cruise's already less-than-stellar Days of Thunder. Even by the standards of Stallone's late '90s/early 2000s career, this was a low point. Parts of it are so inept as to be funny, however, which is enough for me to rate it above Freddy Got Fingered.

Glitter was Mariah Carey's attempt to translate her music stardom into movie stardom. This is the only one of 2001's nominees that I didn't see, but reviews were scathing and Carey ended up winning the Razzie for Worst Actress. Not only did the movie bomb - even the soundtrack underperformed compared to her other albums.

Pearl Harbor saw action director Michael Bay attempt to make a serious film, setting a love story against the backdrop of the attack on Pearl Harbor. You know, like From Here to Eternity, only with an entirely surface-level script. The characters are shallow, and the actors lack chemistry. Even the attack scenes, which are well-shot, don't feel as convincing as those in 1970's Tora! Tora! Tora! Oh, and it's three hours long. From Here to Eternity did a lot more with an hour's less running time.

3000 Miles to Graceland actually sounds fun on paper: A group of thieves dress up as Elvis impersonators to rob a casino. The two leads are decent, with Kevin Costner having fun as a psychopath and Kurt Russell managing to be just likable enough as the antihero. But the story is tedious and predictable; and despite a $47 million budget (quite reasonable, by 2001 standards), it looks cheap. It's not as hilariously inept as Driven, and it's shorter than Pearl Harbor, but it's still bad.

So... A pretty poor bunch of movies, any of which might have clinched the award in a better year. But I'm going to have to agree with the Razzies' assessment this time: Out of the four I've seen, Freddy Got Fingered is the worst of them.

Gord and his father, after the most elaborate of Gord's pranks.

OVERALL:

"Offensive" isn't necessarily a problem for comedy. "Unfunny," however, is, and Freddy Got Fingered is almost impressively unfunny. There are a couple of decent moments early on, and I genuinely laughed at the deer scene. All of that's in the first 15 minutes, though, after which almost nothing even raised a chuckle from me.

The characters are unlikable. The protagonist is inconsistent, veering between being despicable in one scene, seemingly in need of psychological help in the next, and then becoming bizarrely prudish with his girlfriend. Gags that, on paper, sound potentially amusing are so poorly staged that they don't so much land as flop.

At least it's short. Even at 87 minutes, though, this movie is a chore to sit through. I'd rank it down there with Ghosts Can't Do It as being among the very worst Razzie winners.


Rating: Flushable Wipe (Used). Though I shudder to think about what Gord might do with said wipe.

Worst Picture - 2000: Battlefield Earth
Worst Picture - 2001: Swept Away

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2000: Battlefield Earth.

Alien overlord Terl (John Travolta) holds a gun on human prisoner Jonnie (Barry Pepper).

Release Date: May 10, 2000. Running Time: 117 minutes. Screenplay: Corey Mandell, J. D. Shapiro. Based on the novel by: L. Ron Hubbard. Producer: Jonathan Krane, Elie Samaha, John Travolta. Director: Roger Christian.


THE PLOT:

In the year 3000, humanity is on the verge of extinction, having regressed into isolated camps of primitive tribes. Jonnie (Barry Pepper) clashes with his tribe, wanting to move beyond their meager hunting grounds - something the elder refuses because it could draw the attention of the "demons." Jonnie scoffs, refusing to believe in such superstition, and goes off on his own - only to end up captured by the very demons he didn't believe in.

The "demons" are actually Psychlos, aliens who conquered Earth long ago. That battle lasted only nine minutes, Earth's defenses no match for the aliens' technology. Now the Psychlos are strip-mining the planet for its gold and using the surviving humans as slave labor. Their security chief, Terl (John Travolta), is weary of Earth and the "man-animals" that infest it. Unfortunately for him, he offended an influential senator, and his assignment to this primitive backwater is his punishment.

Seeing Jonnie's resourcefulness in the form of multiple escape attempts, Terl comes up with a plan. He will secretly train Jonnie and other "man-animals" to use mining tools, allowing them to extract gold that radiation would otherwise make permanently inaccessible. This violates Psychlo law, but that's no barrier - With some judiciously arranged evidence, Terl can make sure that any consequences fall anywhere but on him. With that gold, he will be able to buy his way back to his home planet.

Jonnie eagerly accepts every bit of training he's given. All the while, he hatches a plan of his own - to use the knowledge Terl is forcing on him not merely to escape, but to take Earth back from its alien overlords!

Terl gives Jonnie a flying lesson, presumably to make it easier for Jonnie to stage a rebellion.

CHARACTERS:

Terl: "While you were still learning how to spell your name, I was being trained to conquer galaxies!" Terl repeatedly rants to his subordinate, Ker, about how he ranked at the top of the Academy. Me? I suspect Terl was named "#1 Dunce" and didn't comprehend the sarcasm, because he doesn't do one intelligent thing the entire length of the movie. His grand plan involves training humans to mine - which for some reason entails educating Jonnie about everything from geometry to human history, giving the human everything he needs to successfully rebel. I suppose just teaching the use of mining tools would have been too complicated. John Travolta gives the same performance he always trots out when playing the bad guy: screaming while contorting his face and gesticulating wildly. Oh, and he and the other Psychlos cackle so constantly that I started to wonder what was in the colored goo they all drink.

Jonnie Goodboy Tyler: At least Travolta shows some emotion. Barry Pepper, as Jonnie Goodboy Tyler (yes, that's the character's name, though I don't think he's ever called anything but "Jonnie"), mostly assumes the same expression throughout, one that would be best described as "vacant stare." I've seen Pepper give decent performances, as in Saving Private Ryan and HBO's 61. Maybe he was trying to underplay to create contrast with the Psychlos? Or perhaps he was just told not to actually act lest he steal focus from star/co-producer John Travolta.

Ker: Terl is an idiot with a certain base cunning; Ker, his deputy, is just an idiot, to such a point that it's remarkable that his brain can process the power of speech. His job in the story is to listen as Terl rants exposition and to join Terl in his frequent maniacal laughs - Oh, and to be on hand if his boss needs a patsy. Forest Whitaker gives what may be the only bad performance I've ever seen from him. Half of his scenes see him cackling along with Terl. The rest of the time, he just sort of stares off into space, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but in front of director Roger Christian's constantly tilted cameras. To the surprise of no one, he would later express regret for doing this movie.

Carlo: Prolific Canadian character actor Kim Coates plays Jonnie's right-hand man, whose purpose is to provide someone for Jonnie to describe his plan to. Through some well-judged reactions and facial expressions, Coates manages to invest this cipher with the illusion of a personality. As a result, he's the one performer to escape this mess with dignity intact.

Chrissy: Sabine Karsenti is Jonnie's girlfriend, who may as well just be named "Girl." She has a critical role in the story: To get captured, so that Terl can use her as leverage against Jonnie. I'm guessing that if a sequel had been made, she would have ended up filling the other time-honored roles for women in bad sci-fi: first getting pregnant and then getting fridged.

Chirk: Kelly Preston supports hubby John Travolta's vanity project by popping up for a cameo as a Psychlo femme fatale used by Terl to gain leverage against a rival. Preston actually does fine with what little she's given - far better, I would say, than Travolta does with his very large part. I certainly don't see anything in her performance to merit her Razzie for Worst Supporting Actress.

Jonnie, inside the ruins of a library.

"SAY SOMETHING NICE":

Battlefield Earth is bad, to put it mildly. Still, every so often, I caught a glimpse of an idea that could have been interesting. Nothing in this is in any way original, from the tribes of primitive humans in a post-Apocalyptic wasteland to the alien society that's built around corporate profits. Still, there was some potential in these aspects of the story, had the film simply picked one or two of those elements to develop. As it stands, any moment with potential is gone in the film's mad rush to fit in the next thing - but those moments can be glimpsed just often enough to imagine a version of this that might have been halfway decent.


"SO... WHAT WERE THEY ON?"

Rarely has such a big budget movie been so ineptly made. Just about every shot uses an exaggerated Dutch angle, even for basic dialogue scenes. Every scene features ridiculously frenetic editing, with shots of characters quick-cutting to slightly closer shots of the same characters and then back again for no readily apparent reason. I think director Roger Christian is trying to make it visually exciting, to imbue the silly script with an epic quality. But the tilted angles just accentuate the silliness, and the combination of that with the editing and the severe color grading makes it unpleasant to watch on a basic sensory level.

Terl and his deputy, Ker (Forest Whitaker), laugh maniacally. There's a lot of this.

OTHER MUSINGS:

For its first half, I was kind of enjoying Battlefield Earth in the same way I can enjoy Plan 9 from Outer Space or the Star Trek episode, Spock's Brain. Everything is wrong with this movie. For a while though, it's so wrong and wrong in just the right ways to be accidentally funny, particularly as John Travolta swaggers around sneering about "man-animals" while cackling like a loon.

Then the plot kicks into gear. This turns out to be a bad thing, as the back half is not only stupid, but also labored.

There's a blinkered energy to the first half, the script seeming desperate to jam in any set piece the writers could come up with. Jonnie makes no less than three escape attempts, only one of which is needed to advance the plot. He fights for dominance against another prisoner, which doesn't lead to anything. I doubt even the writers could explain the purpose of a scene in which Terl lets Jonnie go in order to determine what his favorite food is. But all of this zips along, the barrage of idiocy coming too fast for it to become boring.

The fun stops when the story takes over. It remains stupid, but it also becomes mechanical. Most of the screen time is devoted to establishing what the humans will use in their rebellion. Jonnie somehow has free reign to travel around the entire continental U. S., allowing him to find gold bars in Fort Knox and fighter planes at Fort Hood. Those fighters are in perfect working order, with neither the planes themselves nor the jet fuel (!) having decayed over centuries. Oh, and there's a flight simulator, which is all the explanation needed for how people who don't understand glass can learn how to fly like combat veterans (offscreen - there isn't even a cheesy training montage).

The final battle. Good luck following any of it.

The final battle is poorly staged, with the ugly visuals and hyperactive editing making it impossible to tell what's going on. There's a lot of shooting, some explosions, and lots of people running around while glass explodes. To the script's credit, Jonnie's plan does encounter complications a couple of times. To the script's discredit, these complications are resolved in jaw-droppingly stupid ways. The worst of these: a frustrated Terl inexplicably smashes the very button Jonnie needs to press. Because, as established, Terl is an idiot with zero impulse control.

On the plus side, Battlefield Earth has something lacking in too many films designed to start a franchise: It has an ending. Even though a sequel was intended, the resolution is sufficient that anyone who was somehow invested in the story will come away satisfied. The movie may be inept and idiotic, but at least it feels complete.

The Psychlos hold Jonnie's girlfriend (Sabine Karsenti) hostage. Because of course they do.

THE OTHER NOMINEES:

2000 is one of those rare cases in which I've seen none of the Razzie-nominated movies. I doubt any of them is worse than Battlefield Earth, though in fairness they all sound pretty bad:

Book of Shadows - Blair Witch 2: How do you follow up a surprise hit that popularized the found footage horror genre? Apparently, by making a film with no connection to the first, and by hiring a documentary director to make what isn't a found footage film. Oh, and there was studio interference in the edit, which always goes so well.

The Flintstones in Viva Rock Vegas: I already found the 1994 Flintstones to be pretty bad, but it was a financial hit. Enough of a hit that Universal was undeterred when star John Goodman had no interest in making a sequel. The solution? Make a prequel, with younger versions of the characters! The movie bombed hard, which thankfully put an end to future live action Flintstones projects.

Little Nicky: Adam Sandler finally ended his run of hits with this alleged comedy in which he plays the son of the devil. Reviews were horrible, but that was nothing new for Sandler. This time, though, he failed to even please his fans, with the movie only making back a little over half of its production budget.

The Next Best Thing: Madonna returns to the Razzies with this drama, in which she has a child with her gay best friend (Rupert Everett), culminating in a custody battle. Director John Schlesinger reportedly found Madonna impossible to work with, even going so far as to partially blame her diva-like behavior for his 1999 heart attack. Sadly, this ended up being his last movie, an unworthy end to a long career.

Jonnie tricks Terl. Which isn't hard, because Terl is an idiot.

OVERALL:

Battlefield Earth is almost worth watching for the insane incompetence of it. Absolutely everything is bad: costumes, dialogue, color grade, camera angles, performances. John Travolta overacts; Barry Pepper barely acts; and Forest Whitaker looks like he's rethinking his life choices.

For a while, it almost works as a "so-bad-it's-good" title. But the second half settles down to focusing on the story, at which point all the fun drains away. What remains is a poorly made mess that ends with a horribly shot and edited action set piece. The second half is not merely boring, it's positively numbing, with it all but impossible to tell what's going on during the big climax.


Rating: Turkey.

Worst Picture - 1999: Wild Wild West
Worst Picture - 2001: Freddy Got Fingered

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1999: Wild Wild West.

Hate at first sight: Army captain Jim West (Will Smith)
meets U. S. Marshal Artemus Gordon (Kevin Kline).

Release Date: June 30, 1999. Running Time: 106 minutes. Screenplay: S. S. Wilson, Brent Maddock, Jeffrey Price, Peter S. Seaman. Producer: Jon Peters, Barry Sonnenfeld. Director: Barry Sonnenfeld.


THE PLOT:

The year is 1869, and Captain Jim West (Will Smith) and U. S. Marshal Artemus Gordon (Kevin Kline) are both individually on the trail of former Confederate General "Bloodbath" McGrath (Ted Levine), who is suspected in the disappearances of several top scientists. Both men come close to capturing him, only to end up getting in each other's way - with each blaming the other for the botched operation. President Ulysses S. Grant has a solution: He orders them to work together to find McGrath and the scientists.

The evidence leads to a Louisiana plantation house that is hosting former Confederates and foreign dignitaries. There, they rescue Rita Escobar (Salma Hayek), daughter of one of the missing scientists. They also discover that McGrath is working for Arliss Loveless (Kenneth Branagh), an engineering genius believed to have been killed in the Civil War.

Loveless has a plan to take over the country, to make "the United, divided." It falls to West and Gordon to stop him - that is, if they can stop bickering for long enough to focus on their enemy!

West and Gordon are captured. Naturally, they blame each other.

CHARACTERS:

Jim West: Entirely unlike his counterpart from the 1960s television show, this movie's West uses violence as a first resort. He's resourceful in the moment, but he never stops to think before acting. There are indications that he's haunted by his past. All of this might have made for an interesting lead character... except that, in star Will Smith's hands, West is largely shown to be fast talking, charismatic, and wisecracking. Basically, instead of the character we're told that he is, what we get is... late 1990s Will Smith.

Artemus Gordon: At least Gordon is recognizable as the same character from the show, albeit much sillier. In contrast to West, he is a meticulous planner. He considers violence to be a failure of imagination, preferring to use disguises and inventions to achieve his goals. West's tactics aren't just the opposite of his - They actively offend him, leading to him repeatedly stating that West is an idiot. While Will Smith falls back a bit too much on his late 1990s persona, Kevin Kline leans too much into his character's quirkiness. As a result, entirely too many of his scenes see a usually gifted comic performer grasping desperately for any laugh he can find.

Dr. Arliss Loveless: With the two leads playing up for laughs, it might have been a good idea for the villain to strike a contrast. That happens, in a way... but only in that Kenneth Branagh goes so far over-the-top that Smith and Kline seem restrained by comparison. He puts on an exaggerated accent, contorting his face while shouting every line delivery. The resulting cartoon villain is almost entirely ineffective, and I think the performance is a strong contender for Branagh's career worst.

Rita: Infiltrates Loveless's plantation as an entertainer, only to end up locked in a cage for her trouble. Not because Loveless suspects her in any way - He's just a pervert. After her rescue, West wants to leave her behind so that she doesn't get in the way of the mission. She responds by using feminine wiles to appeal to both West and Gordon so that they allow her to come with them. She proceeds to contribute absolutely nothing to the story, existing purely as an object of desire for the two leads. Salma Hayek does what she can, but the script gives her practically nothing to work with.

Gen. "Bloodbath" McGrath: Loveless's henchman is as cartoonish as Loveless himself, but he works a lot better. His ear was shot off in the war, so his wears a trumpet in its place, which he manually adjusts depending on his mood of the moment. Gordon tries to ensnare him by dressing up as a woman, with results that are... um, unconvincing. McGrath immediately gravitates toward Gordon-in-drag; and while none of the dialogue is funny, Ted Levine manages to wring a couple chuckles out of the material thanks to his exaggerated facial expressions.

President Ulysses S. Grant: Written for original series star Robert Conrad, who was initially interested in a cameo role - right up until he read the script, at which point he became one of the film's most vocal critics. Instead of Conrad, Kevin Kline pulls double duty as Grant... and, in a couple of scenes, as Gordon disguised as Grant. Bizarrely, and despite the padded suit, facial hair, and accent, Kline actually plays this cameo role straighter than he does his main role.

Dr. Loveless (Kenneth Branagh) trades barbs with Jim West.
Notice that I don't describe those barbs as "witty."

"SAY SOMETHING NICE":

Wild Wild West has a sort of steampunk visual aesthetic that, while not particularly faithful to the television series, actually works on its own merits. Several frames are filled with mechanical cogs and smoke, with that smoke also used for a couple nifty transitions - notably a seamless cut from the smoke from Gordon's motorized bicycle to the steam of the heroes' train. I'm not a fan of the mechanical spider that dominates the Third Act, but I mostly enjoyed the look of the film.


"SO... WHAT WERE THEY ON?"

One of the appeals of the classic television series, The Wild, Wild West, was the pairing of Robert Conrad's Jim West with Ross Martin's Artemus Gordon. In the show, the man of action and the man of science worked together with affable good humor as they used their skills to defeat the villains of the week.

In the movie, West and Gordon hate each other.

The film tries to follow the enduring "buddy cop" template, as two partners who have different styles gradually learn to respect each other's abilities. The problem is... That never actually happens in this film. West and Gordon start out hating each other. They proceed to continue hating each other. Then they hate each other some more.

Eventually, they have a well-written exchange in which they seem to reach an understanding... only for West to promptly ignore Gordon's attempts to come up with a plan, sneering at him as he dashes off to justify his title as "Master of the Stupid Stuff." We never once see them acting as a team (the climax separates them completely), and so there's a never a sense that they've worked out their differences.

If I wanted to spend two hours in the company of bickering couples, I'd have gone into divorce law, thanks.

A human head is used as a projector.
This is not the strangest thing in the movie.

OTHER MUSINGS:

Wild Wild West reteams director Barry Sonnenfeld and star Will Smith in an action/comedy that tries hard to recapture the magic of their previous hit, Men in Black. Though ostensibly based on the vintage television series, it really plays more like "Men in Black in the Old West." Which would be fine, except that it largely fails.

Smith and Kline have zero screen chemistry. Instead of complementing each other, each seems to be trying to outdo the other in a desperate search for laughs. Meanwhile, Kenneth Branagh seems to be acting in a different movie entirely. The film did poorly with audiences and worse with critics, and it became an instantly notorious box office flop.

None of which I can argue with. By any reasonable measure, this is a bad movie. And yet... I kind of enjoyed it.

The gags may not be funny, but the film still maintains an appealingly light atmosphere. It moves along quickly. Scenes and set pieces are on screen long enough to register and to advance the plot before moving on. The only scene that seriously overstays its welcome is a strained would-be comedy bit featuring Will Smith in drag (a scene that was reportedly only retained because producer Jon Peters loved it). As a result, even as I groaned and/or rolled my eyes at the inanity on display, I remained generally entertained.

A tank is at the center of the movie's most memorable
set piece... and then is never seen again.

Sonnenfeld even manages a couple of deft tonal switches. There's a mid-film massacre that makes for an extremely effective set piece. A tank created by Loveless and his scientists swivels in a lethal circle, killing everyone around it. This should be jarring, because it's so different from the exaggerated comedy surrounding it. Instead, it fits, I think because Loveless continues to behave like an exaggerated cartoon, chortling as the massacre unfolds and taking notes about the interval between screams. Then West and Gordon arrive at the massacre site and are suitably subdued in the presence of the dead. It's the only point at which Loveless actually works as a villain.

That tank really should have been the big superweapon: a personification of faceless, mechanized death that fits with the steampunk aesthetic while puncturing the otherwise comedic tone. By contrast, the giant mechanical spider that dominates the Third Act is... well, silly, and not really in a good way. Given that the tank is never even mentioned again, I wouldn't be surprised if it was originally intended to be Loveless's superweapon, only to get replaced by studio demand for something "bigger" - which fits with indications that the spider was a pet obsession of Jon Peters, who had really wanted a giant spider as an enemy in a cancelled Superman project.


THE MUSIC:

This was the last western scored by the great Elmer Bernstein. Sadly, this score does not rank among his better ones. The original music is... fine. It does its job in supporting action set pieces and in connecting one scene to the next. However, there's nothing memorable about it. Compare with the Men in Black theme, which really established the off-kilter tone of that movie's universe, and the difference is clear. That score both complemented and lifted up sequences; this score is just... there.

Meanwhile, an arrangement of Richard Markowitz's excellent theme from the television series is heard exactly once, as the characters ride into the Third Act. It's by far the best music in the movie, and I have no idea why the film didn't use more of it.

Loveless's mechanical spider.
Bizarre and silly, and not in a good way.

THE OTHER NOMINEES:

1999 was a peculiar year for the Razzies. In a year that saw the releases of such dreadful titles as Baby Geniuses, The Mod Squad (a classic TV series update that I found much worse than Wild Wild West), and The Omega Code, the Razzies chose instead to nominate:

Big Daddy: An Adam Sandler comedy that tried to combine gross-out humor with sentimentality, with the result mainly being a gooey mess. I didn't much care for it, but I wouldn't label it particularly bad. It apparently pleased its target audience, as it was a huge hit.

The Blair Witch Project: The movie that popularized the "found footage" horror subgenre. Which I suppose is reason enough to target it, but it's actually a rather good example of its type.

The Haunting: A remake of the horror classic, The Haunting of Hill House. At least this one is actually regarded as a bad movie - but my impression is that it's more "mediocre programmer" than "Worst of the Worst."

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace: I will never share the hate for this movie. Yes, Jar-Jar is annoying and much of the dialogue is awful. But most of the world-building that created the Star Wars universe originated here. The political subplot sketches in a lot of story and backstory in just a few minutes, the Palpatine material is excellent, and the music and VFX hold up a quarter of a century later.

In short, it's pretty clear that the Razzies were going for "big titles" over actual bad movies this year.

Gordon creates a working version of Da Vinci's
flying machine. West is understandably skeptical.

OVERALL:

Wild Wild West is by no means a good movie, but I found it to be a strangely enjoyable one. It has visual flair and a few well-directed set pieces, and it maintains an appealingly light tone even as most of its actual gags fail to land.

If nothing else, I wasn't bored by it. That in itself is enough for me to rank it among the better Razzie winners I've reviewed to date.


Rating: Popcorn & Soda.

Worst Picture - 1998: An Alan Smithee Film - Burn, Hollywood, Burn!
Worst Picture - 2000: Battlefield Earth

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