There's some good calls out there folks. (And a few questionable ones). If I were looking for self indulgent pap then the Bonds Movies are never far away, but in fairness I don't know that they ever pretend to be anything other than.
I'm reminded of some dreadful Bollywood thing that Air India foisted upon me, where free falling from 30,000 ft did suddenly seem to be the more appealing option. So far as I could gather it followed the standard formula of a family feud, where dashing brother has to exact revenge on villian, for some felony committed against sister. The film revolved around gratutious violence, punctuated with dancing; :blink: a sort of curious hybrid of Enter the Dragon, and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. The climax involved a fight scene on the top of Sydney Harbour Bridge. Now at about this time a yacht was passing underneath said bridge, with the kind of mast on it that closely resembled a giant knitting needle. Some how or other, (just call it a lucky hunch) I detected that the yacht was clearly owned by Vlad the Impaler and the baddie was destined to meet his end thus. They didn't disappoint. Since I don't know the name of the film though I can't submit it is as a nomination. Damn!!!
Then salvation, I remembered the sort of thing that dreary Sunday afternoons were invented for. The film was so bad, it was actaully compulsive viewing just to see how much worse it could possibly get. I couldn't even regale you with a plot or storyline, I honestly believe there wasn't one.
It featured Adam Faith I think? I would say starred but couldn't keep a straight face as I was typing it. It was a black and white effort from that genre of teen protest films against over bearing middle class parents. The language was hilarious (did people really talk like that?). The acting, was so wooden it was one of the few times I thought to myself I could do better myself, and genuinely believed it. If memory serves me right, it might have been called "Beat girl", which after I press 'add reply' is going to make Google my next port of call. I can't believe that there are any copies still in existance, and if there are, then they need committing to a Cornish tin mine as a matter of duty. Unfortunately I don't believe that it could possibly ever be screened again, so any one whose never had the pleasure, probably never will now. I would however, defy anybody to watch it in seriousness.
On a slight tangent, I'd have no problem nominating A Clockwork Orange as the most disturbing