I’ve written before about my favorite movies. Now it’s time to write about some of my least favorite. These movies might not be the five worst movies, since I try to avoid bad movies–based on reviews from friends. I’ve avoided the Speed movies, the Rambo movies, and Howard the Duck. However, these are movies that I somehow ended up having the displeasure of seeing.
Do you remember the film Ishtar? Unfortunately I do. It is the most boring and pointless movie that I have ever sat through. It stars Dustin Hoffman and Warren Beatty, but it is the worst project that either of them has ever participated in, as far as I know. It was written and directed by Elaine May, who has been involved as a writer in some truly great movies, including Reds, Tootsie, and Primary Colors. Apparently it lasts for only 107 minutes, but you won’t believe it if you see this dreadful film about two very bad lounge singers who try to find work in Morocco. You’ll swear that the boredom must have gone on for three hours. Some films are entertaining because they are bad. This one is simply bad.
The Scarlet Letter is almost as bad as Ishtar, and it’s 28 painful minutes longer. At least it had some beautiful music and excellent cinematography. If you take out all the acting, it would be a nice film to look at and listen to. As a fan of the novel, I was excited to watch the movie. As a fan of the novel, I was disgusted with it. The worst thing about it was the idiotic rewrite of Hawthorne’s brilliant story. Come on! Douglas Day Stewart knows better than the author how the story should end?
My brother took me to see the next film on my list. I used to like my brother; then he took me to Three Amigos! I’m not sure how Lorne Michaels, Steve Martin, and Randy Newman could have written such a weak script. They are very talented comedy writers, but this film should not even be called a comedy, since it is not even funny. My brother laughed at how bad it was, but I couldn’t even muster up a groan, let alone a laugh. Steve Martin is one of the funniest men alive today, but he just blew it with this one–both as a writer and as an actor. (Martin Short had some good moments in it, however.) I wondered if the writers were trying to make a parody of themselves, but I don’t think so. I just think that they had an off-year. (I still like my brother, but I haven’t trusted his movie picks since then.)
The next movie on my list is more recent, but it is almost as bad as the earlier ones. For Love of the Game is probably the movie that had the most potential but that falls the shortest of reaching it. The acting is superb–understated, the way I like acting. Kelly Preston, the female lead, is truly remarkable, and Kevin Costner, the male lead, is excellent in this movie, too. It’s the story I hate. How in the world could anyone in 1999 make a movie about a man who uses, ignores, and takes for granted the woman who loves him, all because he is egocentrically obsessed with baseball. Even that plotline could work, except that at the end she comes back to him. It’s disgusting, and I say that as a man. Any guy who is as much of a loser in life, which matters a bit more than baseball, should not get the girl in the end. He just shouldn’t. I wanted to punch his lights out, and I’ve never punched anyone in my life. (Actually I vascillated between wanting to slap her for going back to him and to punch him for foisting himself on her again.)
Another movie with a disgusting plotline is Fly Away Home. Yes, the story of the girl saving the geese is touching, but the father’s extreme environmentalism and rebelliousness is just too much to stomach. I admire and respect naturalists and nature lovers, but I don’t admire or respect hypocrisy. The father in the story lives in a nice house, drives a truck, and sculpts and invents elaborate objects. However, he goes berserk when some developers want to clear some land that they own adjacent to his property. It’s okay for him to have a house and a vehicle and a huge barn-cum-studio, but it’s not okay for anyone else to. The worst scene in the entire movie is when he jumps in his pickup truck to go to city hall to protest the clearing going on next door. Yuck, yuck, yuck! In another scene a game warden wants to clip the wings of the geese for their own protection. Anyone who truly cared about the animals would want to make sure that they stayed safe during the winter time, which they could not do if they tried to fly south. (The birds had not been taught the route because they were hatched in captivity.) The father physically tosses the warden out the door and tells him something to the effect of “Stay off my property!” Hmm. . .private ownership is good for the goose but not for the gander. (I do love the song at the end of the movie and used to play it over and over. Now I have a digital recording of “10,000 Miles” sung by Mary Chapin Carpenter. It’s gorgeous.)
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What are your least favorite movies? Do you agree or disagree with my critiques?