I watch a lot of very bad films. Deliberately. I get a kick out of terrible popcorn movies, exploitation films, cult favorites, and so on. Most of the time it’s just mindless fun and I know what I’m in for; and I accept it.

Revolver (2005) was different. Revolver may be the worst movie I have ever seen; and not in a good way. It’s Guy Ritchie and I expected fast, quick-witted grindhouse fun. Ritchie directing an adaptation written by Luc Besson should have some potential, right? Whatever potential was there got lost in the incomprehensible mess of the third act.

Were we really not supposed to guess the ending? I thought it was assumed we all knew, but when the “reveal” came I just sat there, dumbfounded. I knew I’d just been robbed of the past two hours. This movie made me angry.

One line did stick with me, “… we’re just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.”