Though Species II is far from serious and aimed squarely at the hairy-palmed, it really didn't need to be quite this rotten.

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

Unengaging, uninspired and unwatchable. A criminal waste of time and talent.

Pretty terrible sequel in every respect.

A damp squib of a movie.

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.

Even with The Exorcist in the world, there is still scope for a contemporary, shocking and thrilling film to be made on the subject of possession. But this is not it: some found footage should really just stay lost.

Just no.

As it stands, it’s one of the worst films you won’t see in 2015.

Nielsen's performance is truly dreadful, yet somehow it seems strangely fitting for the movie, which is unlikely even to engage the younger audience for whom it is so obviously intended. When even the outtakes you see over the end titles don't raise a single titter, you know you're in trouble.

The Native American people have suffered any number of indignities over the years. But they haven't, until now, suffered Adam Sandler.

A Twilight pastiche with all the wit you'd expect from the makers of "Scary Movie" and "Meet The Spartans."

What director Lehmann has made is essentially a multi-million dollar cult movie with great effects, a witty script and some good performances, but although some of the eccentric (and occasionally slapstick) humour may not appeal to a mass audience, it is certainly one of the more original blockbusters coming out this summer.

The Human Centipede gets longer (how long before it becomes The Human Millipede?) but the shocks will be familiar to anyone who enjoyed the first film. The 180 seconds or so of cuts needed to get it past the BBFC open up some plot holes but won't sweeten the pill for everyone else.

This is probably worse than you’d expect, even from a sequel to a sequel to a sequel to a sequel to a sequel.

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

The first film was imperfect but solid as game-adaps go and fans revelled in its clammy shocks. No such luck this time out. Director Bassett oversees a vaporous horror sequel that rarely raises the pulse.

As a subversive take on Milne, it’s achingly banal. As a rural horror film, it’s more inept than the most wretched Wrong Turn sequel. As a would-be cult classic, it commits the ultimate sin of being no fun at all. This bear is sh*t in the woods.

It's now become Hollywood gospel that if a high concept film is reasonably successful, then make a sequel and if that raises any interest at all, then, hey why not try one more. It's a shame that here the studios just don't know when to stop with this episode ruining the name of what was once an enjoyable franchise.

Self-serving, storyless tripe.

Really, really bad. Production company-destroyingly bad.

It plays a lot like a Porky's holiday comedy for the first half, and then the seagoing killer fish learn to fly and big rubber toothy things terrorise the survivors.

No doubt its small fans are thrilled, but even young kids will have to be pretty undemanding to enjoy this mess.

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

The Last Days Of American Crime takes a potentially entertaining, if silly, premise and drains it of any reason to get invested. You can just imagine a John Carpenter would have doubled the thrills in half the time.

A horrific waste of time, money and oxygen.

The whole madcap production is at best faintly amusing, at worst, painfully protracted

The beginning of Steve Martin's non-funny comedies. Ephron should know better as well.