Aug 01, 2007 10:41 PM
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(Updated Aug 02, 2007 04:23 AM)
Without doubt the worst film I have ever had the misfortune of watching and I have seen Seed of Chucky.
The only redeeming feature of this fiasco of modern cinema came when the ending credits began rolling. A film so bad, so nauseatingly poor, that I can only assume the aim was to keep the cinema sick bag industry going through a barren patch.
To say the acting was B-movie, would be an insult to B-movies. The Thunderbirds had more depth of performance and command of realism than the shambolic farce contained within this freshly laid excrement of a film. I wanted to rip my arm off just so that I had something to smash the TV with.
Evidently long gone are the days of Harrison Ford jumping to hyper-space as dashing hero for the ages Han Solo, and rather we are exposed to a shuffling, pot-bellied performance with about as much believable-ability as seeing roasted dodo on the menu at your local Beafeater.
A film wanting to be an action classic such as Die Hard 1, hell even 2 or 3 (in that order) but it fell woefully short of the mark, much akin to midget power lifters; it just doesn’t work. President James Marshall isn’t fit to clean John Mclanes sweaty, blood-soaked vest, let alone operate in the same entertainment medium.
Laughably bad – Isn’t that right?
