Ponty really pulled out all the stops with his #8 entry, going after some real, big budget badness. I feel as though I should follow suit, but that will come all in due time.
Instead, my #8 for my Top Ten Worst Films is, naturally, an indie cult flick that was a critical darling, which means you know it’s a stinker: the psychological horror asbestos removal film Session 9 (2001).
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