The Adventures of Pluto Nash (2002)

Somewhere between "I'm Gumby, dammit" and "It's great to be nominated," Eddie Murphy experienced a brief career slump known to his career as "most of the 1990s and 2000s." Not content to make a few generally terrible films (Holy Man, Metro), make a few more (I Spy, Showtime), and sink into obscurity, Murphy decided to go supernova, headlining one of the most staggering critical and commercial failures of all time. Costing $100 million (plus $20 million in marketing) and earning just $7 million (that's worldwide box office, people), this miserable flick doesn't work as a thriller, doesn't work as a comedy, doesn't work as science fiction, and certainly doesn't work as a showcase for the vocal stylings of Jay Mohr. It also features an alarming number of horny robots, including Randy Quaid in what must be the most humiliating moments of his life captured on film.

There's nothing to say about The Adventures of Pluto Nash that you couldn't already guess, but we'll say it anyway: poor Rosario Dawson. Poor Pam Grier. Poor Peter Boyle. Poor Luis Guzmán, doomed to drive a Winnebago loaded with Mexican stereotypes across the lunar wasteland just in case Eddie Murphy and his gang of bozos need a ride. If you're wondering about the chain of events that led Murphy & Co. out there in the first place, don't look at us -- we're still wondering why mankind would choose to develop property on a moon made entirely out of Styrofoam. The production design is so shoddy it's impossible to forget that you're watching actors on a set, making us wonder where a dime of that $100 million went; we suspect the money was sunk into subsidizing the cost of lobotomies for the six people who dared to sit through this movie.

Memorable quote: "Do you know how hard it is to get wood on the moon?"