The 15 Worst Movies of 2021

(#15) What sounds like a lepidopteran sequel to Wild Mountain Thyme is instead a bizarre late-1960s Alaskan wilderness drama in which a young American woman has a talk-heavy fling with a Japanese fisherman. That young woman's name? Hillary Rodham. (Yes, that one, and, no, it's not really based on a true story.) Before you start asking "Why?", note that critics are wondering the same thing—and none could come up with a good answer.

“Every so often, a motion picture comes around that’s so dreadful you wonder what prompted anyone to want to waste their time making it and your time watching it to such a degree. When I’m a Moth holds that dubious distinction.” —Chuck Foster, Film Threat