Why do we put ourselves through it? Why relive those moments and movies that made us question our very livelihood? As usual, the most puerile, rancid films largely were not tepid genre flicks or bloat-budgeted blockbusters but prestige pictures with inflated senses of their own (nonexistent) importance and cynical, audience-baiting hits that commentators and mindless critics like to claim really "tapped into the zeitgeist." So, here it is, our annual 11 Offenses column, which never fails to make our most devoted haters froth at the mouth and spout ad-homonym attacks on our character: “Why don’t you go out and make a movie yourselfs if you think your so smart. Their is no better movie this year then Up in the Air. Hahaha, critics are just disgruntelled directors. Or may be you’ve never loved any one. LOL, go get LAYED!”
Without further ado, here’s the doo-doo, with dishonorable mention going to Adam (Asperger’s syndrome is cute!), I’m Gonna Explode (French New Wave-cribbed teen rebellion is cuter!), and Observe and Report (date-rape is the cutest!). Capsules by Jeannette Catsoulis, Matt Connolly, Eric Hynes, Michael Koresky, Adam Nayman, Jeff Reichert, Michael Joshua Rowin, Andrew Tracy, and Chris Wisniewski. Go to the 11 Offenses.