Most of my worst Best picture winners have already been taken, but I’ll have a go at them anyway. By the way, I’ve seen 68 of the best pictures, but I have not been able to steel myself to go and see Titanic : the trailers give me heartburn, and I dislike Céline Dion’s voice with a passion.
Gladiator: one of the most boring movies I saw that year, its only redeeming feature the choreography of the fights, and the muscle-bound bodies of the gladiators. Russell Crowe can act, but in that movie, his range was from D to D-.
The English Patient combined with Gone With the Wind might be used as a form of torture devised to make me confess horrendous crimes, begging for mercy. The first one is unutterably boring. The second is perhaps an important American film, but it certainly does not portray America in a very favourable light and the acting just stinks. It’s an overblown and tacky Harlequin romance.
Saving Private Ryan may have deserved an Oscar for the first 20 minutes of the movie, but the rest of it really sank it. Clichéed, schmaltzy. Am I the only person who is getting tired of having my heartstrings pulled by Stephen Spielberg? His handling of certain topics seems downright manipulative.
I guess I could go on grumbling, but I’ll stop now, since I realize that a lot of people do love movies I thoroughly despise, and some of the most hated movies on other lists are favourites of mine. For instance, The Deer Hunter is one of the best war movies of all time, in my opinion.
Thank goodness that yesterday afternoon’s ceremonies for the Independent Spirit Awards gave us an reminder that movies with imagination and creativity still exist out there.
 But thanks for playin.
  But thanks for playin.