The Number 23 (2007)

Even if Joel Schumacher's twenty-third (yes, really) directorial effort had been executed perfectly, there might still have been something inherently silly about a film in which an adult man runs scared from a haunted number. But we'll never know, as this alleged "stylish noir thriller" is not stylish, noir, nor in any way thrilling.

In The Number 23, Jim Carrey plays down-on-his-luck dog catcher (yes, really) Walter Sparrow, whose wife -- played by Virginia Madsen, looking embarrassed -- gives him a book entitled "The Number 23." Sparrow becomes so obsessed with the characters in the book that he begins to fantasize himself into it. In those sequences, Carrey plays a private investigator named Fingerling (yes, really), who is also obsessed with the number 23. Fingerling encounters other twenty-three enthusiasts, including a mystery woman named Suicide Blonde (played by the epically untalented Lynn Collins), who utters the film's most hilariously bad line: "Twenty-fucking-three!" Scary, yes. But not in the way anyone who worked on this film intended.