The 2 Hours That I Can Never Get Back
Along Came Polly is one of those films which, when it was over, made me realise that the two hours I spent watching it can never be returned. Ever. If I could somehow sue the film-makers to return these hours of my life I would, but I can't.
I'm not talking about bad films here, I love bad films, I'm talking about egregious invasions of my time and intellect which promise infinitely more than they deliver. They are films that I watch until the end because I really do want to be convinced as to their worth which turns out to be absolute zero.
Can anyone add to my full list below?
Signs
Wind Talkers
RockNRolla
London Boulevard
Along Came Polly
Year One
Die Hard 4.0
Rat Race
A.I. Artificial Intelligence