The worst Hollywood musical so far this century, it’s another misstep for Sony Pictures, which also sponsored the abortive ‘‘The Interview.’’

It's so painful to sit through you eventually stop feeling sorry for the floundering cast.

When I'm Still Here reached its climactic moment -- Joaquin Phoenix puking into a toilet -- I had never before felt quite so much like a toilet.

An unholy mess.

Oh, and one more thing the comedy of Jackass 3D has in common with "The Divine Comedy": Neither of them is funny.

This would be a stultifyingly incestuous affair even if all the jokes about fertilization weren't so tiresomely lame and predictable.

It's a time capsule from a strange moment - like "Hair" without the groovy music.

A pointless, wincingly snide exercise.

At 96 minutes, this vanity/insanity project runs a bit long; five minutes would have been plenty.

This adventurously awful film is awful in many ways at once.

While a mob thriller can be as nasty as it likes, what it can’t be is silly.

Shoot ’em up, run ’em over, blast ’em with flame-throwers, who cares? These creatures are only there to go splat.

Dumb and unwatchable.

The family at the center of "Catch" is likable and authentic, but the seriousness of their plight sits uneasily with the shoddily assembled escapist goof it generates.

Brain-dead variant of "Risky Business."

It's pretty sad if you're a comic and Al Pacino is the funniest thing in your movie.

Having root-canal surgery would be less painful than sitting through the martial-arts disaster Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior.

Virtually unwatchable and laugh-free.

Damonically awful.

It's hard to believe that the distributors of See No Evil were so afraid of what critics would say about their movie that they refused to provide advance screenings. The movie's target viewers aren't the type who read reviews, if they read at all.

No one but a convict guilty of some truly heinous crime should have to sit through The Master of Disguise, an unbearably tedious and unfunny comedy.

Succeeds completely at failure; the unified incompetence of its writing, directing and acting suggest a man who manages to be on fire and drowning at the same time, just as the bus runs him over.

Grotesquely unfunny comedy.

In the pantheon of films about magical cars, this one is not big, bold or beautiful.

The movie seems to think it's building up massive suspense by not telling us our hero's back story, but given that the wife and kid aren't around and he keeps telling people who ask that he's not divorced, it's obvious they're dead. The only mystery, then, is what exactly happened to them. The answer is: nothing interesting.

Brain-dead film.

Grueling vanity piece.

Brain-dead political satire/tear-jerker.