Isaac Feldberg's 10 Worst Movies Of 2015 - Part 4
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Isaac Feldberg’s 10 Worst Movies Of 2015

I have absolutely no qualms about calling 2015 a pretty great year for cinema. Across the board, Hollywood brought its A-game. Indie-circuit auteurs like David Robert Mitchell (It Follows) and Miroslav Slaboshpitsky (The Tribe) upended genres and created some new ones; big-studio blockbusters like Magic Mike XXL and Star Wars: The Force Awakens betrayed real heart and heft, Pixar returned with a vengeance, most of the requisite remakes were actually good (and some of them - *cough* *cough* Creed *cough* - were downright great), and action cinema in particular flourished like it has during only a few years before, delivering some legendary characters and instantly iconic sequences (and not just in Mad Max: Fury Road).
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8) Child 44

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It pains me to put a movie starring Tom Hardy, Gary Oldman and Noomi Rapace on this list, but boy does Child 44 deserve it. As unappealing and flavorless as a cold bowl of Borscht, this is a thriller stunningly devoid of thrills from first frame to last.

The story, ineptly handled by screenwriter Richard Price (his work here is career-worst), centers on a Soviet security officer in Stalin’s Russia hunting for a state-protected serial killer, but good luck making heads or tails of it – no other plot seen on screen this year was as tangled or tedious.

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Adding to the confusion are a glut of accents ranging from passable (Hardy) to laughable (Oldman), all delivered with the same dour severity, and a shockingly slack, criminally overlong narrative less inviting than a Russian winter.

Don’t feel too bad for Hardy – he did wind up toplining one of the year’s very best movies with Mad Max: Fury Road – but it’s still a damn shame that no one can seem to figure out what to do with Noomi Rapace post-Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.


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