10 Ridiculously Awful Sequels To Classic Movies You Didn't Know Existed

If there is one basic truth in Hollywood, it's that any terrible idea that could possibly make someone a few bucks will be churned out and packaged before you can say "No please stop this, it will end badly, you're monsters for doing this to us, THINK OF THE CHILDREN!"

Sequels are usually safe bets for studios, because there's already a built-in audience who will at least show a modicum of interest in something that has a familiar name slapped on it. It's that safety net that typically results in films that are unoriginal, hastily-concocted, and wholly unsatisfying.

"WHY??" (possibly with even more question marks) is a normal response to unwarranted or unwanted sequels, but in the cases of these films, a better question might be "HOW??" As in "How could anyone have possibly allowed these abominations to see the harsh light of day" and "How do they expect me not to rage-vomit at the mere prospect of sitting down to watch these?"

It's not just that these sequels are bad, it's that they're in-your-face awful. It's like they were made with the express purpose of infuriating moviegoers and tainting the stellar legacies created by the original films.

So prepare yourself. Terrible, unfathomable things lie ahead.

What happens when you replace the effortlessly charismatic Robert Redford and Paul Newman with an over-the-top comedian and a country music singer? Bad things. Very, very bad things.

Jackie Gleason was a lot of things - hilarious, musical, enjoyably bombastic - but he was quite simply not cool or charming enough to sub in for someone like Paul Newman. As for his compadre Mac Davis, he seems as disinterested in that whole "acting" thing as audiences would soon be in that whole "watching this movie" thing.

Not a lot has been done in terms of ramping up the story or adding anything new to the canon, and yet so much about this sequel feels strangely different.

For starters, the filmmakers have made a number of retroactive changes to the original story, including adjusting the character of Henry Gondorff to be much older than his partner Johnny Hooker, likely because Gleason was far too old at this point to be considered the same age as anyone without varicose veins. Also, both of their first names were changed for no apparent reason.

All in all, The Sting 2 is like watching a wannabe artist trace his own copy of The Mona Lisa. It might look something like art, but no one's going to be fooled by it.