11 Crappiest Movies of Samuel L. Jackson’s Career
We already know that Samuel L. Jackson is a badass motherfucker who’s still tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd, but the man has made some seriously crappy movies. Here are the top eleven:
Star Wars: Episode I — The Phantom Menace: While I don’t necessarily mind Sam selling out with a “sure thing” franchise, padding George Lucas’ pocket by participating in such utter crap is almost despicable.
The Caveman’s Valentine: This is a pretty obscure movie for sure, but it’s one that a Sam Jackson fan (possibly myself) would still find impossible to resist. Please do resist.
The Spirit: Such a great comic was (tragically, unspeakably, and surprisingly) ruined by Frank Miller’s take, and it was an utter shame.
Lakeview Terrace: Here’s another entry in the “unnecessary remakes” category.
Soul Men: Sure, Sam did well with what he had to work with, and this has steadily become a cult favorite to certain audiences. Still, it’s a crappy movie.
National Lampoon’s Loaded Weapon 1: Sure, this was supposed to be a crappy experience, but it’s not even an entertaining one at that.
Sphere: Naturally, this movie was full of plot holes and gleefully defied the very laws of physics.
Snakes on a Plane: I’m not sure why — maybe it was the viral marketing? — but lots of people expected more from this high-concept ditty than just a crappy movie. That’s all we got though.
Amos & Andrew: This was supposed to be funny because Sam played the rich, successful black guy who was mistaken for a criminal that was really the white guy. Only thing is … it wasn’t funny at all.
S.W.A.T.: This was just another generically craptastic, high-speed action flick.
Die Hard With a Vengeance: Look, I liked this movie. A lot. Quite frankly, Sam’s character was hilarious, and he and Bruce played well off each other. Still, it was so cheesy that it simply has to be classified as crappy.
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