20 Worst Movie Moments Of 2015

1. Fantastic Four - The Moment Where Jesus Christ Where Do I Start?

The only reason that Mortdecai isn€™t the worst film of 2015 is because Josh Trank€™s Fantastic Four reboot limped onto cinema screens this year. There hasn€™t been a superhero movie this terrible since the Green Lantern turkey: but Fantastic Four (redux) has an edge over both Depp€™s masterclass in witless buffoonery and Martin Campbell€™s underwritten, superficial snoozefest. You see, those two films are just bad movies. They€™re breathtakingly mediocre, appallingly scripted, badly acted and ill-conceived. Fantastic Four is a genuine car crash: a franchise-ruining, career-threatening slice of karmic lunacy. This is what happens when a clunky screenplay that has no idea what the source material is about is brought to a director with no idea how to fix it. This is what happens when that director finds himself horribly out of his depth, panics and hides from the production rather than face up to the problem. This is what happens when the studio realise they€™ve got a screw-up of monumental proportions on their hands and that a $120million production budget is burning up in their hands, and try to mend the situation by ordering reshoots and recutting what they€™ve got and hoping desperately that it€™s still a salvageable movie. It€™s not. The central conceit is beyond help, as are the loose interpretations of these classic characters. That problem, in turn, leads to poor casting (and it€™s nothing to do with colour or race: these people don€™t look or act anything like the Fantastic Four, largely because the script doesn€™t know who those four people are) and so on and so on, like a snowball careening downhill into a forest fire. This is a film that makes the first two lightweight, goofy Fantastic Four movies read like the first two parts of The bloody Godfather trilogy; it makes Tim Story look like Chris Nolan. It needs to be exhibited in film schools as an example of how not to make films. It€™s the worst moment in 2015 for movies of any stripe, by some considerable way.
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