2. Adam Sandler
Not since or before Paul Thomas Anderson's Punch-Drunk Love has Adam Sandler been even close to watchable. One of the most commercially successful stars of the last decade, Sandler's films have for the most part continued to do big box-office business despite the unrelenting critical maulings they receive. Comedy is a very hard thing to pull off; even the greats like Woody Allen don't hit the mark every time, but Sandler and the films he appears in are so lobotomised of humour they make Mrs. Brown's Boys look like Airplane. After Punch-Drunk Love, you could be forgiven for dreaming of Sandler transforming himself into a decent actor after his Oscar worthy performance in the movie. That's what makes his run since 2002 so morbidly disappointing. He clearly has talent and although it took Paul Thomas Anderson to enchant it out of him, he clearly has something, but every single time I've been to see a movie starring Adam Sandler since, I've left feeling disappointed and alienated by his strangeness and clear absence of comic timing. Sandler's two most recent efforts have finally convinced me he is the nadir of comedy, as Jack and Jill and That's My Boy are two of the most abhorrent and reprehensible films of recent years. It is with regret that Sandler appears in a piece such as this, but his continuing awfulness is evidence he shows no will in turning away from the degenerative and soul-crushing movies he churns out twice a year.