The movie was postponed from 1998 and shielded from critics. (They were ot allowed to see the movie before the opening, usually a bid sign.) [15 January 1999, Life, p.8E]

Only the makers of "Freddy Got Fingered" might crack a smile because it now has competition for worst movie of the year.

Not only is it an unfunny movie shrilly told, it probably is the most ill-timed and appallingly insulting movie in recent memory.

No comedy this vile should be brazenly foolish enough to give itself this title. [25 November 1998, p. 3D]

Antichrist is probably the most disturbing, bleak and self-indulgent film ever made.

Rascals is as painful as a grade-school play without your kid in it. The end-credit outtakes at least indicate Spheeris suffered through it as well. [05 Aug 1994, p.4D]

Shocking is the fact that three highly regarded actors -- Kim Basinger, Mickey Rourke and Billy Bob Thornton -- chose to star in this dreadful film.

What snookered Slater (not to mention Donald Sutherland) into this film is a wonder, because there's not a genuine bone in it. Think the Bourne franchise meets the Bond franchise, without the wit or action.

In this Amityville, the performances are bad, the special effects ho-hum, and it's not even particularly scary.

Good actors seem plastic and plastic actors seem worse in a knockoff of every rocket-ship movie you've ever seen.

A tribute to a giant leap for mankind feels like a clumsy shuffle backward for animation.

White Noise is the celluloid equivalent of a bad cell phone connection.

Neither side is worth rooting for in this ridiculous blood feud, which features some of the year's most laughable dialogue.

This is a movie in which you rarely know where you are or who's doing what to the next person.

Disappointingly limp. [16 Oct 1992, p.7D]

Even as temporary visitors, the audience can feel IQ points slipping away.

Heavyweights is like staring into a void, a vacuum of pure nothingness that induces a kind of semi-coma as it virtually sucks the life out of the motion-picture medium. [17 Feb 1995, p.D3]

Should the desire to see a clever zombie movie strike, try the recent remake of "Dawn of the Dead" or last year's "28 Days."

A plot-twist whodunit that even Forrest Gump might crack, it's also a Hall of Fame howler from long-inactive Richard Rush, whose direction of 1967's Hell's Angels on Wheels now seems comparably placid. [19 Aug 1994, p.10D]

School for Scoundrels will only leave you scratching your head in bewilderment and might possibly shave off IQ points.

Indisputably the most violent film of the year and disputably the worst.

The best thing about the nod-inducing Death Warrant is a muscleheaded psycho called the Sandman. That figures, since you're likely to take a nap or two waiting for hero Jean-Claude Van Damme to stop taking his lumps and start busting heads. [17 Sep 1990, p.2D]

Poor Sharon Stone! Poor Sidney Lumet! [22 January 1999, Life, p.11E]

Perhaps Look Who's Leaking Now would be more apropos: Dirty diapers are replaced by pooch puddles in this second sequel. [5 Nov 1993, p.4D]

Drawn out and dishonest in equal measure, Sam fights it out with "The Majestic" for the title of worst "important" movie of the year.

Besides displaying a tin ear for dialogue, King stoops to such conventions as having the sleepwalkers vulnerable to just one thing - cat scratches. [13 Apr 1992, p.6D]

For a comedian (Allen) who often seems to be calling it in, he's more lackluster than usual. Curtis is a bigger disappointment, especially after "Freaky Friday," in which she was funny, smart and cheeky.

At a certain point, Bean goes beyond awful to surreally awful, like the rug Burt Reynolds sports in a cameo. The last-ditch plunge into pathos does nothing to redeem the feeling. Let's hope no sequel is in the offing. The only thing worse than Bean would be a hill of Beans. [07Nov1997 Pg08.D]