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The worst movies of 2011

From manboys to mutants to aliens in the Wild West, the freaks came out in this year’s lousiest films.

By R. Kurt Osenlund
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Nicolas Cage in “Season of the Witch”

Water for Elephants

The year’s prettiest piece of crap, “Water for Elephants” is sucked dry of whatever drama and romance graced the pages of Sara Gruen’s swoony source material, leaving the dusty-shiny lensing and art direction the only elements to admire. As a pair of big-top canoodlers, Robert Pattinson and Reese Witherspoon have oil-and-water chemistry, while Christoph Waltz, who’s typecast as Witherspoon’s villainous ringmaster hubby, is rendered toothless by the film’s insistence on rapidly tidying up conflicts and using his animal cruelty as nothing but a sentimental ploy.

 

Hall Pass

Disheartening evidence of the Peter-Pan inertia so prevalent in American comedy, “Hall Pass” is another crude attempt to validate the first-world problems of middle-class manboys nearing middle age. Though married to beautiful women played by great, wasted comediennes Jenna Fischer and Christina Applegate, two pals (Owen Wilson and Jason Sudeikis) are so bored with domesticity they need a week away from it (only to realize, in a stew of transparent pap, that they really love their wives). The whiff of male entitlement reeks to high heaven, as the Farrelly Brothers get swept up in the storm of witless gag-fests they helped to create.

 

Vanishing on 7th Street

Eco-allegory meets religious hogwash in “Vanishing on 7th Street,” a supernatural thriller that attempts to indict mankind’s wrongdoings but instead becomes one of them. Barely phased by his character’s apocalyptic circumstances but for when it’s time to crank up the histrionics, Hayden Christensen gives a performance as half-baked as the “Ghost”-inspired shadow demons that devour anyone who hasn’t charged their flashlight batteries.

 

Killer Elite

If you simply must see Jason Statham and Clive Owen numbingly square off as two growly secret agents, then be forewarned that the loud, yet lifeless “Killer Elite” also contains one of the year’s most uninvolving and incomprehensible plots, an aim for global relevance that’s entirely for naught, and yet another bottom-of-the-barrel role for Robert De Niro. Too bad the title “Just Shoot Me!” was taken.

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