Lacking a single honest laugh, this is shoddy by comparison with the other Scary Movie sequels… which throws it in a pit with Transylmania, Breaking Wind and Stan Helsing.

The first film to be based on a line of toys, this might not be the last, but it'd take something awful to replace it as the worst.

Smug and lazy comedy that barely raises a chuckle.

Significantly worse than the rest of the series, this film is one of the worst flops in recent cinema.

Ugly in more ways than one.

Hogan proved himself a better actor when pretending that American wrestling is a real sport, and the production team that brought you the Mannequin movies can add another excruciating dud to their CV.

This deeply disappointing new Fear Street instalment leans too hard into worn-out tropes and excessive gore, at the expense of fun, engaging characters or any genuine scares.

Rubbish. Irish eyes will be hard pressed to grimace, let alone smile.

As it is, an unbearably irritating, shouty, gurning Affleck takes the anaemic script and injects it with strychnine.

The bastard offspring of a charmless romcom and a toothless political satire.

Incompetent and mostly just quite boring, Assassin Club doesn’t even have the good grace to be so-bad-it’s-good. Rough, rough stuff.

Waters' attempt to reach a bigger market sees him lose his own unique identity.

An unfunny, unfocused sub-SNL baseball comedy that makes the likes of Joe Dirt and Deuce Bigalow seem vintage.

Van Sant's film is cold and the gallery of eccentrics merely come across as vulgar caricatures.

A bizarre, hopelessly muddled fantasy that's likely to induce utter bewilderment in its target audience.

It's incredible that a film could be so closely patterned on Carpenter's still-thrilling original movie and yet be so stupid, unscary and plodding as Halloween 4 is.

A turkey in crow’s clothing.

The lesson to be learned here is that movies are far more complex than music videos. Most videos require little or no thought of plot, structure or characterisation, but look great. Which is probably why Williams is so good at them.

Setting out to be a killer-cop satire for the social media age, the result makes Paul Blart look like Taxi Driver. Unfollow immediately.

Don't bother.

Unsurprisingly this film is weak. The final film in a weak trilogy, filled with weak characters, who have weak dialogue and feature in a, you guessed it, weak plot. Thankfully Travolta's next film would be Pulp Fiction giving his career a well-needed boost, it's a shame the same couldn't said for Allie.

Okay, a couple of sniggers sneak out, but on the whole the effect is stone cold.

Long-delayed. Arguably not long enough.

A lowest common denominator spoof.

A toothless, tedious farce which deserves to sink without a trace.

In this stereotypically-fuelled moralistic gangster movie, the plot is poor, the acting worse and standing at three hours, proves about three hours too long.

This hastily-produced sequel ignores the dreamstalking premise that had made A Nightmare on Elm Street successful and reverts to the overfamiliar possession story.

Stereotype-based comedy from Eddie Murphy in a variety of fat suits is just not enough to make a decent film.