The Bottom 20

A new entry to my 20 worst films is a stinkeroo called "The Hunting Party" 1971. . . a complete waste of the talents of Oliver Reed, Gene Hackman, and the desirable young Candice Bergen, who plays the part of the hypotenuse in their triangle of passion. Two bands of miscellaneous Western bad guys kill each other until only Reed (who does "cowboy" pretty well), who has abducted Hackman's wife, Bergen, and the cuckold Hackman himself, remain. So, the adulterers set off across the desert, always a wise flight plan. Their horse dies, and Hackman, on foot, tracks them down and kills them both, ritually dispatching her with one shot to the pudendum. Then, Hackman has the good grace to expire himself, for no apparent reason except as a result of his contemplation of the long walk back to civilization. One of the most unsatisfying endings ever.

ON THE OTHER HAND: Do not be put off by the title "Palookaville" 1995. Three young slackers embark on a series of ill-conceived and poorly executed crimes with surprisingly humorous results. Any five minutes of their machinations are more entertaining than the entire above-mentioned kill-fest.