The Number One Girl

"The Number One Girl" is the front runner for worst movie of the year. I can't hate this movie more if I tried.

The plot is about Joey Scalini (Schiena) who is asked to be a judge in a beauty pageant run by his old friend Dragos Molnar (Jones) who is also a gangster. Joey eventually falls for the title character Tatiana (Lisa McAllister). But Dragos doesn't like that and he goes insane. He closes down the pageant after party and turns it into a fighting ring. Now Joey has to fight Dragos and his bodyguards to the death!

Everything about this movie is absolutely terrible:

The acting: Tony Schiena has put in better work in the Van Damme flick "Wake Of Death" but shows no talent or charisma here. Vinnie Jones needs to get this one off his filmography fast. He's better than Scheina, but not by much.

The pacing and directing: The movie is less than 90 minutes but it feels like an eternity. The directing is filled with static shots of nothing happening. In the pageant scene he's not even trying to cover up the fact that the contestants aren't singing(or acting for that matter).

The fighting: The fight scenes are downright awful. Every move is cut too fast so you can't see what's going on. Seagal's stunt doubles are better than these fighters.

In the end, trust me, you never want to see this... ever!

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You can see the appeal when pitched - gangster and Hollywood star fight over beauty pageant favourite - but the execution from dialogue to staging is so horrible as to miss out on any possible positive result. The poor acting of the leads is only emphasised by assigning them long, rambling voiceovers in addition to dialogue, and the approach to the beauty pageant is incredibly 1970's and misogynistic, like a 12-year-old's staging of the whole idea.

Hidden somewhere is a worthy plot about international exploitation - something like "Traffic" - but it's incredibly well concealed. Meanwhile everything looks exactly like the budget available - the beauty pageant is in a London theatre but a really small one, the gangster's supposedly plush house is errrrr... kinda OK but not really spectacular. The music is adequate but doesn't really sound like it was composed for this movie, which must be some kind of problem...

It all feels bizarrely as if no-one involved with the entire process actually had English as their native language, which is ... really weird. The oddest thing is that it doesn't LOOK like one of those Z-list, shot on video, indie exploitation movies you find in Pound shops (though that's where I found it), it's just really, really badly done.

There are bad films; there are really bad films; there are absolute turkeys.........and then there is The Number One Girl; a film so dreadful, so badly thought through, so horribly put together that seeing is believing – I have two regrets regarding it: the first is that I even sat down to watch it while the second is that it was a direct to video release and as a result; the critics never got the chance to tear this monster the 'new one' is deserves. The film, and incidentally one of the worst of the decade out of the countless many I've seen, is a cosmic blow out of truly epic proportions: a cinematic tsunami; a volcanic eruption of badness; a sorry, woeful excuse for a feature film. A film that begins with a fake-trailer to an action film that exists purely within this movie's universe, and ends with the most absurdest of finales. I think the immediate opening was a fun poke at action films, complete with fancy camera gimmicks and stunts – the truly frightening thing is that's exactly what this picture ends up as.

The film, made by one-time only director Luc Campeau, sees a production assistant take the helm of the piece while a mixture of supporting talent and mere extras adopt the lead roles around which former footballer Vinnie Jones and the easily identifiable Pat Morita operate. It's too bad that everyone looks like they've each strolled onto the screen out of separate films. Jones' character of Dragos Molnar, who might be foreign with that sort of name but possesses a pretty good English accent, heads a beauty competition over in the English capital of London in which he invites American action film star Joey Scalini (Schiena) to partake in the judging. Scalini gets all the fancy treatment whilst over there with the added bonus he gets to meet all of the beautiful women gathered there for the show. But there is one rule: don't go getting 'too close' to any of the contestants.

The laying on of that final point is painful. Dragos dangles the carrot, and the film sees its lead character gobble it up with guilty, obligatory joy. The film is a one note documentation of a man's would-be gradual descent into obsession with the forbidden fruit, a piece that scandalously ignores practically every other item it has going for it by way of what this beauty show is all about; why it even exists; why Dragos is so unhinged and overly protective of the contestants and how such a volatile man came to be so rich and so well en-downed with a family. The film is an emotional dead-zone; a love story that doesn't exist between two people who are not even characters, but just exist on screen – best (or should that be worst?) highlighted during a woeful, painful, excruciatingly bad montage in which a character engages in gym activity and narrates his deep feelings for one of the women contestants to himself. All that's missing from this segment is a blinking green beacon in the corner of the screen and a subtitle telling us that "This is where everything will change and stuff happens."

As a lead, Joey is established as hard-bodied and somewhat 'typical' thanks to the opening fake-trailer, but the film ultimately becomes what it sends up. I don't know how most other people roll, but I find beauty contests such as the one involved to be pointless, leery, horrid, disgusting things in the first place; and yet the film has no statement on them or their existence in the world, instead goes to great lengths to establish 'so-and-so' are favourites and that they hope 'such-and-such' will win but it all amounts to absolutely nothing, bar an excuse for the film to encompass some shots of glammed up women in little outfits. Joey is a judge, of whom are equally despicable in their own way. But we're allowed to like him because we're led to believe, through the aforementioned emotionless montage. The voice-overs during this segment sound like they're being read by the actor, there and then for the very first time, off of a piece of paper. It turns out he has a soft spot for the lead contestant Tatiana (McAllister): a girl with a Russian sounding name, being played by a Scottish actress whose filmic nationality I don't recall; English, I think. The actress that plays her's largest cinematic role since was as a 'Passenger' in 2008's The Dark Knight.

Everything about The Number One Girl is dead on arrival. The action archetype send up; the chemistry between the two leads; the fact they're filming on public, non-closed off streets around London with members of the public looking in on the shooting; the manner in which I'm pretty sure the Nigerian contestant's name changes half way through; the way in which the film descends into messy, brainless thumping and pounding as violence and fighting becomes the order of the day when Jones goes absolutely spare out of the blue when two characters are actually dumb enough to cavort in front of everyone – it's big, loud and dumb whilst not much fun. Somewhere in there is some sort of statement about 'What is entertainment?' and 'What do we accept to be perfectly fine televisual content these days?' with the whole finale to do with going so far enough to kill someone in front of a packed TV audience; but it's all hopelessly lost in a hapless and painful exercise. The Number One Girl is an absolute disaster: a train wreck, a motorway pile-up, a capsizing of a ship all happening at once as a comet crashes into the ongoing madness and mayhem. One wonders what might happen if you were to bring this film up in a mocking fashion whilst in Vinnie Jones' presence; more of the immediate above, I would think.

I saw the cover for this, and being the sucker that I am, fell for it. Is there really anything cooler than a guy with two pistols and explosions? The acting is terrible, I mean TERRIBLE! I'll be glad if I never see Tony Schiena (he was in Jean-Claude Van Damme's Wake of Death, which was very good) or Luc Campeau make another movie. Script, are you kidding me? There is a relentless skirt-chasing A-list movie star,huge British mobster, and a bunch of bimbos out to make a buck; none of it even comes close to adding up. I had to watch the lip syncing scene three times, I can not believe this blatant lip syncing made it through (there is back-up singers on the audio track....) This is not a low budget Chuck Norris/ Jean-Claude movie with tons of action. Even the scene transitions sucked, I've seen better blackouts on Lifetime.

.... does a movie so bad, so wooden, so awful, and so painful get made. How this movie was ever green-lighted is beyond me. I can't believe Vinnie Jones agreed to be in this abomination. The acting was worse then that of soft-core porn thespians seen on Cinemax at 4 am. The script must have been written by a retarded monkey, with a typewriter. The director might as well have been Helen Keller. And the soundtrack was some of the worst music I have ever heard in my life. I bet that is the elevator music that plays in hell.

If you haven't figured it out by now..... I hated this movie with all my heart and soul. If I could go back in a time machine and either stop Hitler's reign, or this movie from being made, it would be a difficult choice.