starring Ben Affleck, Jennifer Lopez, Justin Bartha, Lenny Venito
written and directed by Martin Brest
by Walter Chaw While it doesn't live up to its hype as the worst film ever made, Martin Brest's Gigli, with its creepy contention that Ben Affleck is the cure for lesbianism, certainly makes a run for the most unintentionally hilarious film ever made. Its first mistake is in giving not one, but two charisma vortexes the leading roles, the sucking black hole this creates at the film's centre thrown into sharp relief whenever a real actor (Christopher Walken, Al Pacino) makes a cameo appearance. The most surprising thing about Gigli isn't the failed casting gambit or the gruesomely over-written dialogue (this isn't anyone's first film, after all), however, but rather the idea that Jennifer Lopez would authorize the reduction of her famously outsized posterior on the posters--abandoning (after mocking it in Maid in Manhattan--which, as it happens, was written by Brest's Meet Joe Black scribe Kevin Wade) what is arguably the only thing so far about Lopez that hasn't proven to be facile and over-hyped.