We are taking a slightly different journey this week with MIWETS (Yeah, not a great acronym). I would not really say the films I am going to focus on are guilty pleasures but many film fans might turn their noses up at such crassly commercial projects. One film exploits a TV show comic book legacy and the other one comes from one of the most resented genres among movie fans, the romantic comedy. I think each film actually has some merits that could be discussed in a passionate way because I have seen some hate for these films online. Neither film is essential, seminal or serious in any way. The two movies have one thing in common that moved me to pair them like this. Each one is a version of a nearly extinct form of film making, the original film musical.
Worst actress. The leading lady who we scrunched our noses up at the most in 2012.
The nominees are: Drew Barrymore, “Big Miracle”, Ashley Greene, “The Apparition”, Katherine Heigl, “One for the Money”, Mila Jovovich, “Resident Evil: Retribution”, and Kristen Stewart, “Snow White and the Huntsman”.
Click through to see which of these horrendous actresses won for being the worst!
Alright everyone, here we go! The moment you’ve all been
waiting for dreading. The worst actresses of 2012. These are the ladies that left our jaws hanging open in disbelief at just how awful they were. The worst female performers of the year!
Click through to she the ladies who were the biggest offenders of 2012!
So. Three whales are trapped under the ice. A daddy whale, a momma whale, and a baby whale.
There’s so much ice they can’t see a way back out to the ocean and they just breathe out of this tiny hole they punched through, right? They’re like swimming in place and poking their head through the hole, taking a breath, swimming around… doing it again.
All of a sudden Drew Barrymore appears at the edge of the hole. She pokes her head over the edge and says, “Don’t worry, guys, don’t you worry. We’re going to do EVERYTHING WE CAN to get you out of there. I am not going to let people pretend that you’re not DYING here. I am going to tell everyone I can, and I will NOT stop. We are going to SAVE you.”
And the daddy whale looks at the momma whale and says, “Does that mean we’re going to have to listen to HER for a week?”
The year is 1982. Steven Spielberg is the hottest director in the world. Perhaps in history, I don’t know, I didn’t live during Alfred Hitchcock’s prime. But I was there for Spielberg’s, and I remember it vividly. In 1982, Steven Spielberg had recently given us “Jaws”, “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” and “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. Sandwiched in between was “1941″ (which someday I will address as a “Hollywood Mystery”), but it had to be the least harmful flop in the history of flops. No one saw it, so no one held it against him. It was a comedy, so he was just trying something different… it seemed as if it had never even happened. Everyone was talking about him. Adults, kids, everyone. Everyone was anticipating his next movie. And that summer? The summer of 1982? Spielberg was going to give us not one, but two. “Poltergeist” and “E.T.”