Fire Down Below - Steven Seagal fights off an STD.
It’s not a bad title, really. In fact, it’s also the title of a pretty good
1957 flick with Robert Mitchum, Jack Lemmon and Rita Hayworth.
The old Dirk Benedict horror flick, "Ssssss!"
There should be some sort of rule against movies with unpronounceable titles. That would include
Phffft (1954) with Jack Lemmon and Judy Holliday, and
$ (1971) with Warren Beatty and Goldie Hawn.
a.k.a.
The Monica Lewinsky Story.
Snakes on a Plane
The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies (
seriously)
Not just zombies, but
mixed-up zombies! As opposed to normal, well-adjusted zombies who are happily getting on with their lives -- er, deaths -- er, existences.
What's wrong with Snakes on a Plane? It tells ya exactly what the movie is all about!!!
It’s “high concept.” Like
Robinson Crusoe on Mars. Or
The Human Centipede.
"Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad."
To be fair, the movie was adapted from the stage play of the same name. Like
The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-In-the-Moon Marigolds. Or
The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade (try fitting that on a marquee).
Here are some I can think of:
Bud Abbott and Lou Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff.
In the first place, Boris Karloff was an actor, not a killer. In the second place, he didn’t even play a killer in the movie.
It: The Terror from Beyond Space.
What’s beyond space? More space?
The Shawshank Redemption.
Good movie, bad title. What’s a shawshank? A cut of meat? A sailor’s knot? And how do you redeem it?
My Wife Is an Actress.
Oh? That’s nice. My husband is a plumber. My son is a bum. My brother-in-law, nobody knows what the hell he does.
