two different movie critics wrote about the five worst movies of the year. i am actually shocked by a couple of these on the two separate lists, but thought i'd share the article and see what you thought.
5 Worst Movies by Owen Gleiberman of EW:
According to Lisa Schwarzbaum at EW, the top 5 worst movies of 2002 are:The Adventures of Pluto Nash - A space-comedy bomb that would hardly be worth mentioning if not for the rictus grin at its center: Eddie Murphy, doing his zomboid impersonation of a Carefree, Spontaneous Comedy Star, an act of such terrifying falseness that it has become the single most joyless image in showbiz.
Ararat - Director Atom Egoyan has two modes: mesmeric (''The Sweet Hereafter'') and unwatchable (everything he made before ''Exotica''). With ''Ararat,'' he's back to the splintery obtuseness of his early work, relating the buried history of the 1915 genocidal massacre of Armenians by Turkish soldiers as a film wrapped inside an enigma stuffed with bad acting. Egoyan, in this avant-amateur muddle, should be found guilty of crimes against narrative plausibility.
Death to Smoochy - Basically the world's longest ''I hate Barney!'' joke, Danny DeVito's black comedy about a deposed kiddie-show star on a rampage manages to be in your face, in your ribs, and in your vital organs without ever coming close to your funny bone.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding - You can't fool all of the people all of the time, but Nia Vardalos comes close. What looks like a genial romantic comedy is actually the most shrill and teeth-grating ethnic sitcom of the year. Really, is this what we now want from movies -- Michael Constantine, with his cheeseburger-Zorba accent, making love to a bottle of Windex? ''MBFGW'' may have to triumph at the Oscars before people realize that there's something wrong with this picture.
Simone - A fallen Hollywood suit (Al Pacino) creates the ultimate movie star: a computer-generated babe who wins over the entire globe because she looks and talks like...the world's most blandly generic fashion model! Since Pacino, doing about an 8 on the Al Overacting Scale, is the only person on screen to root for, the film's message about the inhumanity of perfection gets subsumed into a screw-loose celebration of that very thing.
XXX - It's the brainless, steroidal action movie of the year! And it was made, apparently, for audiences that found old-school monosyllabic action heroes too highbrow and intellectual. As a preening Vin Diesel and his Hollywood producing posse demonstrated, thuggish charmlessness need not be a barrier to stardom.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood - A syrupy chick flick that ought to hasten the death of chick flicks, particularly those based on the kind of chick lit that is itself dotty with Southern broads. This generically estrogenic production let a lot of big actresses loose in a confined space -- and left the place looking like Tara after the Union marched through.
Collateral Damage - Speaking of monosyllabic old-school action heroes, this direct hit of a bomb marks the ignominious end of the old breed, burying a waxen Arnold Schwarzenegger in plot rubble. It also exemplifies Hollywood's complete cluelessness about whom to employ as viable new-era action villains.
Snow Dogs - Hating a barking-bad family comedy like ''Snow Dogs,'' full of snow, doggies, and slapsticky Cuba Gooding Jr. as a black man from hot Miami out of his element in very white, cold Alaska doesn't mean I hate snow, doggies, or Gooding. It does mean, though, that I'm dog tired of movies that turn animals -- and black guys or white guys in the wrong place -- into emotional or comedic load bearers.
A Walk To Remember - Likewise, cringing at an insipid young-adult sob-athon like ''A Walk to Remember,'' a sermon lousy with lessons about teenage modesty and the wan virtues of Mandy Moore, doesn't mean I challenge the God-given right of adolescent girls to enjoy a good, extravagant movie bawl. Rather, it means attention must be paid to our weepy girls' wits, not just their ticket-buying wallets.