Earlier today, we brought you the very best that 2016 had to offer, but now here's the other side of the coin. Overstuffed, unfunny, or featuring one too many cats voiced by Kevin Spacey, these are the worst movies of the past year.
Kevin Spacey coughs up a hairball as a Trumpish New York billionaire who gets stuck in a coma and swaps bodies with a cat named Mr. Fuzzy- pants. With embarrassingly bad special effects and an oddly dark story line involving a suicide attempt, this “family comedy” is about as pleasant as hand-scooping the litter box. —Devan Coggan
A junky special-effects howler that makes a hash out of both ancient Egyptian mythology and modern logic, Alex Proyas’ sword-and-sandal trash epic throws everything at the screen (flying chariots, giant winged beetles, Gerard Butler), but none of it sticks. It’s a joyless joyride, too dumb for adults and too tedious for kids. The best that can be said of Gods of Egypt is that it’s in focus. —Chris Nashawaty
Director Todd Solondz has been playing the part of indie provocateur for so long that his desire to shock has become predictable and pathetic. A series of misanthropic vignettes connected by a dachshund, this air- less dud saves its most childishly tasteless outrage for the last scene, by which time it’s too late to walk out. —Chris Nashawaty
Kevin Smith's latest is a smug, unfunny vanity project with a target audience of exactly one: Kevin Smith. The story, which involves Nazi bratwurst, plays out like a live-action adaptation of a high school stoner's notebook doodles. —Kevin P. Sullivan
More like Independence Day: Regurgence, amiright? Twenty years after his things-go-boom sci-fi blockbuster, Teutonic überhack Roland Emmerich reheats his stale sci-fi popcorn and hopes that no one will notice he’s holding a chintzy bag of unpopped kernels. The movie’s idea of comic relief is having Liam Hemsworth urinate on an alien spaceship. The joke’s on us. Will Smith dodged a bullet. —Chris Nashawaty