Gods of Egypt is often sloppy and fails in many ways but the cheesy momentum is hard to resist.

Director Sidney J. Furie, whose previous career high-point was either The Ipcress File or Lady Sings the Blues, fumbles the tone as badly as Richard Lester did in Superman III, veering drunkenly from action/adventure to comedy. Gone is the sense of naïve grandeur that made the original Superman such an endearing production.

The ending seems predestined, and the overlong, tepid journey getting to that point isn't worth the price of admission.

This is easily the worst filmed version of anything penned by the prolific author.

Mr. Deeds is flat, except on those rare occasions when Sandler reverts to form or when John Turturro steals one of many scenes.

It represents a missed opportunity on every level. As a black comedy, it fails. As a satire of the bloated wedding industry, it fails. As a drama about friendship triumphing over all, it fails.

Like the candy from which it gets its name, Jawbreaker is fun at the start, but can turn into a chore to complete.

Uninspired and painfully familiar.

If there is another challenger for worst entry of 2007, I don't want to see it.

This is as witless as movies come -- an unamusing, moronic blend of horrible acting and inept screenwriting.

Speed 2 can be numbered among the worst second chapters ever made.

Everything about Staying Alive is cliched: characters, story, dialogue… There’s not a single original or interesting thing to be found. Even the music is tired and, although Travolta evinces the same physicality he showed in Saturday Night Fever, the sense of joy is gone.

Godsend is godawful.

Occasional bursts of comedy keep things from becoming unbearable but whenever Myers tries to get even a little serious or advance the "plot," the desire to take a nap becomes almost overpowering.

Pretentious and manipulative, the movie bludgeons viewers with its new age philosophizing and its desire to be considered meaningful.

Apparently, someone turned up the heat because The Snowman is a sloppy mess.

Temple shows a better path for horror films to follow but the screenplay is too threadbare and the characters too poorly developed for it to really work. This is about 2/3 of a solid effort – unfortunately, the other 1/3 was never made.

Despite being mediocre and largely forgettable, Couples Retreat is not unpleasant, although it's easier to recommend it for home viewing than for a trip to a theater.

It is possible, however improbable, that a "bad" movie can still be highly enjoyable. Formula 51 is such a film.

There are stretches when it becomes tedious and insufferably self important. There's even a late scene in which the movie turns preachy.

This is as dreadful a holiday offering as you're likely to find this year. A lump of coal would be more welcome.

If there's anything to like about The Bounty Hunter, it's Christine Baranski doing a Joan Rivers impersonation.

Friday the 13th is neither tense nor frightening (although, to be fair, it is at times creepy and atmospheric, due in part to budgetary limitations that led to a low-key style).

Getaway is pretty much a 90-minute car chase. That's it.

Not an abomination, although it is uninspired and insipid. As such, it's perfect television fare.

A preposterous thriller where the only thing more disappointing than the ending is the 93 minutes it takes to get there.

The biggest shock of this new movie re-imagination is that it makes the original seem fresh and smart by comparison. Perhaps that makes this whole endeavor nothing more than TV producer Aaron Spelling’s posthumous fantasy.

This is a fairly standard-order bad taste movie, replete with all the characteristics of the genre: grotesque, over-the-top violence; copious blood and viscera; gratuitous, uncensored nudity; and borderline-pornographic sex.