Robert Wilonsky

A turgid, unfunny, out-of-time rockspolitation movie.

Warner Bros. is presumably aiming this movie not at children but at full-grown dopers with bad munchies glued to the Cartoon Network. Dude, pass the Scooby snacks.

Little Nicky will redefine the phrase "worst movie ever," because it might actually be the worst movie ever.

Just when it looked like "Not Another Teen Movie" might claim the crap crown comes this stoner's tale.

Not strong enough to stomach this leather-clad jerk-off session, which Miramax dumped onto Paramount in a rare case of common sense.

It took five men to concoct the hackneyed plot and conceive the brainless jokes that constitute Not Another Teen Movie, meaning there are five men in Los Angeles right now still trying to wash that stink off their soft, idle hands.

An ugly-duckling tale so hideously and clumsily told it feels accidental. Surely, no one PLANNED something this disastrously unfunny.

It ranks (indeed, it is rank) among the most soul-deadening movies ever made; it has no pulse and seeks to steal yours with a cynical vengeance.

Simply, the worst movie of a wretched year.

Basic really brings to mind a Travolta film from 2000, "Battlefield Earth," in that it's so astonishingly awful it becomes a sort of kinky pleasure; just when you think Travolta has fallen to the bottom of the barrel, he pulls out a shovel and dons his miner's helmet to see what lies beneath.

Cinematic flat-lining.

Sandler and Spade continue their avid quest to dumb down America.

Seems to exist solely to prove there is something beneath the bottom of the barrel.

The dumbest thing this side of a lobotomy.

A torturous, mawkish, ill-conceived remake.

Worst movie of the year.