Dirty Love

Dirty Love (2005)

BOMB (out of 4)

After reading Ebert's "No Star" review and seeing him rank this as the third worst movie of 2005, I just had to try it out for myself. Not only is this the worst film I've seen from 2005 but I'd also go as far as to say this is the most embarrassing piece of trash I've seen from a known actress. Jenny McCarthy catches her boyfriend banging another chick so she has a nervous breakdown while trying to find another guy. Everything in this film from the horrid direction to the horrid acting is downright bad but it tries to set itself apart with some disgusting humor. This humor includes McCarthy having her period in a supermarket and the blood leaking all over the place, people slipping in it and so on. McCarthy wrote the screenplay, which is quite bad and it's rather sad to see how far she went to embarrass herself. A horrible movie that isn't even worth the scene where McCarthy shows off her breast.

Dirty Love is truly the worst film I have seen so far in my 27 years on this planet.

Everyone involved in the creative process of the film should never be allowed to work in the industry ever again. I feel as if I have been robbed of 90 minutes of my life. I sat through the whole film on the odd chance that it might get better but unfortunately it just got worse. I did laugh at several points throughout the movie, but these were at the quality of the acting or the stupidity of the storyline.

Given the choice of either a repeat viewing or having my fingernails slowly ripped off, one by one,without painkillers whist listening to Kenny G, I would choose the latter.

You know when someone smells the rotten milk and says "Oh god, this is horrible, smell this." And then you smell it, knowing it will turn your stomach. That, is this movie. Bad acting, bad script, bad direction, bad humor. The music was pretty lame as was the cinematography. The only reason to see this movie, is to see how bad something can be made.

Eddy Kaye Thomas was okay in this film. McCarthy is horrible. She sickeningly overacts every scene and line. I didn't care for Carmen Electra's performance either (but neither did I like a similar type of role that Vince Vaughn portrayed in Be Cool.) It stretches belief that a studio continued to fund this garbage after they saw the dailies.

There was one saving grace for me. The "Bass in the Butt" scene. For whatever reason, it was hysterical to me. Perhaps because the rest of the film had been so awful and arduous. Most of the rest of the humor in this movie was simply just gross out, and far too over the top.

This is one of the worst movies I've ever sat through. So if you want to experience the rotten milk smell via a film, this is the movie to do it.

I got this movie for free and decided to watch it to kill an hour and a half at work. After the first 25 minutes, the movie became so utterly intolerable that i decided that i would rather sit in silence staring at the ceiling for the next hour then endure the pain of watching this movie for another grueling 60 minutes. Not only the worst movie of 2005, but as far as I'm concerned the worst movie I've probably ever seen. Carmen Electra's character made me want to put a gun to my head, along with everything else in this movie which left me nauseated to the point I could taste puke in the back of my throat. After lending 30 seconds to the idea that someone would read this script and then shell out the cash to greenlight this movie, you will be driven in a downward spiral of insanity. This is 91 minutes of your life you will never get back. Instead, I recommend scheduling that root canal you've been putting off, its a much better investment of an hour and a half time and far less painful to endure.

I saw this, and for the life of me, cannot remember why. THE WORST MOVIE EVER MADE. Every single comment that praises this film has got to be from people in it, I took a look at the box office, all but 2 theaters showing this film dropped it after it's first week.

It grossed $58,000 dollars.

That's not a typo.

$822 it's second weekend. Eight hundred and twenty two dollars. I made more that weekend.

That's not a typo, either.

Gigli is Oscar-worthy compared to this.

Not one of the characters were remotely believable, which wouldn't matter so much if they were funny. They were not funny. Perhaps this will be the torpedo that sinks what's left of Jenny and Carmen's careers, but I doubt it.