John, there’s always Mel’s dreary ’Tim.’ No gore, so far as I recall, but the treacly plot is so relentlessly ‘inspirational’ that it triggered a wave of (sometimes bloody) suicides by desperate audience members. They had lost hope that the wretched movie would ever end.
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Andrew Stuttaford is the editor of National Review's Capital Matters.
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