Eat, Pray, Love. I wanted to shoot myself in the face.
Juno. Jesus fucking christ, I almost had an aneurysm. Independent film-making, my ass.
The Butterfly Effect. 'Hey! Basically, I should never have been born at all! You just wasted 2 hours of your life!'
Forrest Gump. For perpetuating the belief that in America, the American Dream will come to you as long as you're honest, even if you're a complete moron. No, if you're honest but a complete moron you'll get eaten alive by the competition. I defy you to name me honest men who make it into the Forbes 500.
The Devil's Rejects. An exceptional effort at making the anti-heroes of the film the most irritating, annoying and dislikable characters in the whole story. An anti-hero is someone you identify with despite (or maybe because of) their questionable morals and alternative views of the world; Captain Spaulding's crew were just a bunch of disturbed freaks (i.e., not identifiable with) who deserved the most horrible endings imaginable. They didn't symbolise anything or represent anyone real, just sadistically tortured and murdered people for no apparent reason. And I fucking wanted to strangle Rob Zombie's wife for that grating, screeching cackle of hers. I actually felt happy when they all got shot to pieces at the end; I'm pretty sure that's not what Rob Zombie intended.
House of a Thousand Corpses was a pretty fun, brainless horror film that worked because it didn't take itself too seriously, but with the sequel it seemed that Zombie was trying to make some sort of social commentary, and failed spectacularly. And as for playing
Freebird during the final sequence? Oh fuck off.
The Passion of the Christ.
Parker & Stone say it all better than I ever could.
Invictus. For anyone possessed of even the barest of knowledge about South Africa, just embarrassing to watch. Or as Matt Cale put it,
South Africa for Dummies.
The Reader. What a load of shit.
You don't want to turn this into a blind-fold contest, do you? 
