<p>I have never made it through My Dinner With Andre awake. I have never made it halfway through My Dinner With Andre awake. I have tried four times, because people like that movie, and I like “talkies”. But not that one.</p>
<p>Another movie people love, and I really don’t, is Wings Of Desire. That was especially annoying because, if it had been just a tad worse, I could have just walked away and stopped watching. But at roughly 15-20 minute intervals, the movie would throw up something stunningly beautiful or perfectly calibrated, so I would have to stick around to see whether it would definitively get better, or maybe make sense. No.</p>
<p>Japanese arty snuff film In The Realm Of The Senses. Unmitigated crap. I tried to get my future wife to see it with me; she stood me up. Good thing.</p>
<p>As a precocious teenager, I read Pauline Kael’s swooning review of Last Tango In Paris, and made my parents take me to see it. It was awful, except for one great (thankfully, silent) shot in the middle. Everything about it is bloated and pretentious and awful, from Marlon Brando and his improvised ruminations to Maria Schneider’s much-displayed bosom. I’ve gone back to it twice to see whether, older and wiser, I got what Kael saw. I didn’t. (The Conformist and The Last Emperor, by the same director, are two of my favorite movies ever.)</p>
<p>Other unredeemable movies by great directors: Peckinpaugh’s Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia, and Altman’s Three Women. I only had to watch them once, however; it was completely clear they had nothing to offer. (The Wild Bunch, Nashville, and The Player are more of my favorite movies ever.)</p>
<p>But . . . my real candidate for the Worst Movie Ever is The Princess Diaries. Ooooh how I despised that movie! I saw it without my then-12-year-old daughter, who was at camp, and immediately wrote her a five-page (typed, single-spaced) screed about how much I hated it. She got it the afternoon after she and her bunkmates had seen The Princess Diaries, and she read it to all of them out loud. They still quote it back to me, but they all thought it was stupid, too (without my level of anger). (I love Julie Andrews, by the way; I didn’t think it was possible to dislike, much less hate, a movie with her in it. That’s how bad the movie was. And it was completely clear that Anne Hathaway had the goods to be a star, and that Mandy Moore did too. It was such a bad movie that NONE of that made it OK.)</p>