Not in a theater, but an on-demand selection at home -- Rubber.
I could write a 5,000-word diatribe why I hate this movie with the passion of a thousand suns, and maybe I have on here before. It's the 2010 indie movie about a killer tire. The movie's trailer makes it seem like a quirky, fun, stupid semi-horror movie about a sentient tire with telekinetic powers terrorizing a small town. If that was what we got, I might have enjoyed it. Instead, we got 82 minutes of the worst piece of **** ever committed to film. The first 5 minutes is a fun little monologue. The next 20 are of -- I **** you not -- a tire rolling across the desert. Not blowing stuff up. Not the backstory of how it became sentient or got its superpowers. Just a tire. Rolling across the desert. For 20. ****ing. Minutes.
And it just gets worse from there.
What really pushed it over the top, though, was that the douchey French director pops up on screen every so often to break the fourth wall and, essentially, chastise you for paying $8 to see his ****ty movie and expecting you to be entertained. Quentin Dupieux. If I ever see him, it will be well worth the international incident to kick him in the balls. Why? For no reason.
This movie came out right around the same time as Human Centipede, which I also watched. I'd rather be the fifth segment of the human centipede in a live-action remake of that actually decent movie than have to watch Rubber again.