Charlies Angels (I think the world could have done without the artistic styles and copy cats of pointless slowmo McG has cursed us with, and maybe Drew Barrymore would have slumped into whocaresdom for good)
The Fast & The Furious (first one...horrible genre birther, could have saved us from Biker Boys, subsequent Fast & Furious movies, elevating suburban g culture to something legit...)
Suburban Commando (wrestler-turns-movie-star went off the tracks here; for every one Dwayne Johnson there are too many John Cena's and now WWE is producing more and more absolute crap movies to push these hacks on us...then again, hulk on a skateboard was great/horrible)
Masters of the Universe (first time I can remember really really being let down by a movie and should have been the prototype for why cartoons don't work as live action; Skeletor was just some old guy? and you're just going to invent a sidekick for comedic purposes?)
Godfather 3 (needs no explanation)
Another You (our last Gene Wilder movie is a horrible redux of the Gene and Richard formula that cheapens their better films into some sort of marketing schlock)
Def Jam's How to be a Playa (Bill Bellamy talks to a camera about a series of highly impossible situations and low morality in a way that made Master P say "I can make movies like thus, uhhhhhhhhh"...Robert Townsend bedamned, Starz in Black or BET would never be the same. Fuck you, Russel)
Tin Cup (first clue that Kevin Costner had officially lost his mind and relevance and also a source of too much unfunny golf humor that has haunted every public golf course in America)
The Killing Fields (just because, as fantastic as a movie it is, it had some images in it that remain the most disturbing things I've ever seen because they were real; fuck Saw and all that, this shit happened, people LIVED this)