Not the worst movie ever, by a long chalk. But a couple of years ago I found myself watching the film adaptation of Jo Nesbo's The Snowman with an almost horrified sense of howtheHELLdidyoufuckthatupsobadly.
I'm not what I'd call a mad fan of Nesbo, but he's very readable, often intelligent, and the books are generally well-paced and plotted. A total amateur could storyboard the movie from a skeleton of the novel's plot - you'd hardly have to do a bloody thing to cobble together a tense, bloody, pacey, good-looking thriller. So why does it look like it was filmed in a weekend by a novice director and a third grade drama school cast from a script that was sellotaped together by a blind monkey after someone's dog tried to eat it?