The worst possible of all forms of art has already been created. R. Kelly’s hip-hopera is just cosmically stupid and dumb.
Salo. The answer is always Salo.
Original movies on the SyFy network?
Currently unrolling on my TV screen is the latest attempt to bring Riverworld to the screen. I remember liking the first couple of books in Philip Jose Farmer’s series but understand why extensive rewrites might be needed.
Just not these rewrites…
Return of the King, movie obviously.
and rap, of course. Intangible toxic waste.
Hatecore music, perhaps?
And some of that “transgressive literature” that’s been discussed here seems like it might qualify.
Cold soggy canned spinach.
Burned hair smell.
Lifetime channel.
Cat poo.
Oh, come on. That’s nowhere near as bad as a Train song.
Burger King, and the advertising it rides in on.
Autotune is pretty awful. OK fine, as a random musical special effect it was tolerable. But as a solution to bad singing? No!!! That’s why we have duplication (making a singer sound like they are singing with a chorus of themselves). That’s the proper production solution to bad singing.
Fucking magnets! How do they work?
I win. What’s my prize?
John Carpenter’s Vampires.
God damn.
I too hate autotune, except for the fact that it gave the world Autotune The News, which I can listen to every day.
Any incarnation of “The Christmas Shoes”.
Prefab pop music and the hacks who purvey it. I’d like to throw a vapid pop star party in an enclosed space and Zyklon B the fuck out of it.
That is awesome.
What about The Human Centipede?
I’d say his music video is worse.
(Warning, YouTube!)
The Brown Bunny was arguably even worse than Manos: The Hands of Fate, which is like saying that something is colder than Bose condensates.