20 Worst Movie Moments Of 2015

17. Jupiter Ascending - The Moment Where The Heroes Are Armchairs

The Wachowski siblings€™ latest cinematic oddity was this year€™s Jupiter Ascending, a space opera that reminds you of nothing so much as a humourless cross between Flash Gordon and a motorway pile-up. There are terrible, terrible things wrong with this movie: but taken all together, none of them matter, because this is a €˜so bad it€™s amazing€™ scenario of breathtaking proportions. The huge, overwrought production design, the ridiculous, incoherent narrative, the idiot characters with ludicrous names, Eddie Redmayne choosing to act at a pitch that only dogs can hear€ in a perfect storm of high camp, Jupiter Ascending€™s crap bits combine in some unholy gestalt that actually works, if you€™re prepared to shut down your brain and plug in a bottle of Tizer instead. Having nearly pulled it off, the movie€™s central failing is all the more galling. The protagonists have no chemistry whatsoever. I€™m not talking about being unbelievable as on-screen lovers€ I€™m talking about being unbelievable as onscreen people. Channing Tatum and Mila Kunis aren€™t exactly Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn, but individually they€™re normally pretty good value. Kunis is usually sparky good fun, and Tatum in particular is an underrated screen presence, more than just a pretty face€ but not here. For some reason both actors spend the film doing their very best impressions of furniture. A film composed of so much awesome bullsh*t urgently needs a still centre to anchor the nonsense, and here it€™s a conventional €˜white knight rescues damsel in distress€™ trope€ but their inability to play the roles they€™ve been hired for well and truly scuppers that.
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