Isaac Feldberg's 10 Worst Movies Of 2015 - Part 9
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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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3) The Ridiculous 6

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One of the most vile, pathetic lumps of celluloid dumped in front of me this year never even made it to theaters. The Ridiculous Six, the latest and undeniably most atrocious offering yet from so-called comedian Adam Sandler, had a direct-to-Netflix debut as part of a four-picture deal the company was somehow tricked into signing with him. If that means the company is going to pay for three other affronts to good taste as unsavory as this one, someone’s getting fired.

How bad is The Ridiculous Six? Its best actor is a burro suffering from explosive diarrhea. Its only good scene comes when the credits roll. And the rest of it is damn near unwatchable, a collection of lazily offensive sketches connected by a supremely flimsy, boring story arc. It’s an homage to the Western genre seemingly acted, written and directed by a group of people who have never seen one in their lives.

This travesty makes A Million Ways to Die in the West look like High Noon.


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