Mr. Woodcock (2007)

If I had to guess, based on his performances in Bad Santa, Bad News Bears, School For Scoundrels, and now Mr. Woodcock, Billy Bob Thornton is gunning for King of the Low Brow Comedy. It's kind of sad, honestly. Thornton managed one of the most amazing come-from-nowhere break-outs I can think of with his role in 1996's Sling Blade, but now he's just doing one horrible comedy after another. Here he faces off against Sean William Scott, the very same person who took the low brow comedy of American Pie and drove it down past the gutter into some kind of subterranean humor hell. Great. Wonderful. It's Bad Santa versus Stifler. Toss in a pile of awful punchlines, inane physical comedy, and a 100% predictable plotline and you've got the makings of another dull, unfunny two hours of celluloid. Thornton actually seems to try to make the most of a bad situation, but everyone else is on a kind of clueless I'm-just-here-to-get-paid form of autopilot. If only the committee that built this floater had realized that the only thing this film had going for it was its titular character, then maybe it would've spent more time creating a funny script, or better yet, not made the movie at all. At least then I'd have that chunk of my life back.

2 out of 10.