Gigli

The serious problem with Gigli is the script.

Gigli won't be the worst movie to come out of Hollywood all year, but it's sure to be one of the most forgettable.

It's every bit as atrocious as you may have heard. Nay, worse.

Mere words fail to express the awfulness of Martin Brest's Gigli.

After the schadenfreudian thrill of watching beautiful people humiliate themselves wears off, it has the same annihilating effect on your will to live.

More stupefying follies may come, but it's impossible to imagine how they'll beat this one for staggering idiocy, fatuousness or pretension.

Jennifer Lopez lights up the screen every time she's on it. Unfortunately, that's also to the movie's detriment, because from her first scene, she becomes the most interesting thing happening in any given moment.

There truly is no reason to see this film.

The film isn't just bad, it's jaw-droppingly bad.

It's like the first draft of a one-set play that Neil Simon wisely abandoned, and which was then handed to Quentin Tarantino to spice up.