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WORST AND WORSER

I suppose that I have to cop to not liking the work of two directors, period. Martin Scorcese and David Lynch.

Scorcese's Mean Streets sets the stage for his later work. I didn't like it at all. I couldn't even finish Goodfellas.

I endured Lynch's Mullholland Drive for about an hour and then walked. What is it? How is this art? What's up?

Another category is revealed! I can't really stand anything James Bond. This year we had Moonraker. Keerist. Idiotic. Wooden acting. Terrible. They are all like that.

Other low points were found with Moulin Rouge (the first one with José Ferrer walking on his knees); The Man Who Fell to Earth (incoherent); Lolita (just embarrassing); Leaving Las Vegas (downer); and the absolute bottom of the barrel was scraped with Elaine May's Heartbreak Kid in which Charles Grodin's capacity for unlimited cruelty was explored as he married an ugly duckling instead of a swan.

May's real life daughter played the duckling and it was so sad to watch. Immensely mean spirited.

The very very worst of the whole lot.