Vincent Farnsworth 7:30 p.m., April 24
Mr. Marks is one of San Diego's foremost critics. Specifically, he's one of our four most grumpy critics. Zing! Thanks, folks, I'll be here forever, try the veal.
But seriously: I cannot possibly offer a competing list to match up against his 10 Worst, if only because I simply don't see enough movies. (I prefer good criticism.) Yes, we here at The Big Screen still labor under the quaint notion that one ought to see a film before pronouncing on it. Or at least, you know, the film's trailer. I'll try to do better in 2012. Resolved: see more movies. You see how I suffer.
ALL THAT SAID: a bleat. Mr. Marks, how can you put Martha Marcy May Marlene on your list and leave Jack and Jill off of it? MMMM gave us a genuine performance from Elizabeth Olsen, teased out a fine creepy-gentle villain character from the wonderful John Hawkes, and exposed the whole "sustainable, agrarian lifestyle" thing for the dangerous cult that it not doubt really is. Jack and Jill gave us Al Pacino self-immolating in a Dunkin' Donuts commercial, followed by Al Pacino winking at his own self-immolation. Plus Adam Sandler as a shrill Jewess from the neighborhood.
Oh, and where oh where is Transformers: Fork of the Spoon?