Lazy Sunday CLXV: More Movies, Part XXIX: Ponty and Portly’s #1 Worst Films

At long last, the retrospective of worst films comes to a close.  Ponty and I are both relieved to have this project done, although I think it was harder on him than me.  My capacity for consuming trash—both filmically and gastrointestinally—is a bit more substantial than his own.  Of course, that just means his biting vitriol is that much better:

Perhaps Ponty and I should host a film festival and screen these two flicks, then see which is worse.  Which would be your pick?

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

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2 thoughts on “Lazy Sunday CLXV: More Movies, Part XXIX: Ponty and Portly’s #1 Worst Films

  1. ‘Perhaps Ponty and I should host a film festival and screen these two flicks, then see which is worse. Which would be your pick?’

    You’re having a giraffe (cockney rhyming slang for laugh), mate! The next time I see any of these films will be in hell, where I’ll no doubt be ‘entertained’ by the likes of AOC and Jobbie (James O’Brien, an annoying radio talk show host here).

    Heaven doesn’t stock those films or so I hope.

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