MY World OF Flops
My survey of books, television shows, musical releases, or other forms of entertainment that were financial flops, critical failures, or lack a substantial cult following
The Fanatic, the Fred Durst-directed John Travolta stalker drama that has been the talk of the bad movie world for months is somehow even more astonishingly terrible than it looks, and it looks almost inconceivably bad.
With Dolemite Is My Name wowing critics and audiences, we take a not so fond look at one of the many abysmal Eddie Murphy vehicles that made that comeback necessary, in this case the dreadful, long-shelved metaphysical comedy-drama A Thousand Words.
Robocop has a jet-pack, and is down for the revolutionary struggle in Robocop 3, a PG-13, wonderfully off-brand flop sequel that took the franchise in some wonderfully bonkers new directions, some involving ninja Terminators.
It’s Lethal Weapon meets Tales from the Crypt, only shitty, in 1988’s Dead Heat, a spooktacularly disappointing zombie buddy cop horror comedy from Shane Black’s brother.
Revisiting a short-lived Tales from the Crypt spin-off that was just like its inspiration, only more science-fiction-oriented and also god-awful. Also, hosted by a badly computer animated sex robot for some reason.
Rudy Ray Moore’s improbable but glorious career as a cinematic leading man came to an exquisitely, and characteristically insane end with the gloriously bonkers, PG-rated 1979 anti-PCP disco horror musical The Avenging Disco Godfather.
Nearly two decades after the release of 2000’s Shaft they decided to make a sequel re-imagining the formerly coolest motherfucker on the planet as your cranky boomer uncle. The film, and the idea, were both #Quitepoor
Is there any better way to pay tribute to the memory of Rutger Hauer than by watching Blind Fury, the kick-ass movie where he plays a blind swordsman in an Americanized remake of Zatoichi Challenged? No, there is not.
Kevin Spacey’s real-life downfall casts a long, dark shadow over The Life of David Gale, a notorious 2003 flop about the death penalty that casts the American Beauty as a brilliant, verbose man-God academic whose previously charmed life is ruined by numerous false rape allegations.
The Airport series came to a hilarious end with The Concorde…Airport ‘79, a disaster movie that’s primarily about the intensely homoerotic relationship between sexy pilot Alain Delon and fuck monster George Kennedy.