In the film about Jackie Robinson's first year in the majors, Chapman shows up spitting one racial epithet after another from in front of the Phillies' dugout at Ebbets Field, a monologue of bitter bigotry that left Tudyk feeling slightly hungover after each day of filming.
I'm mystified by the seemingly constant frenzy online about whether or not the Farrelly brothers' longstanding urge to make a Three Stooges movie will ever get off the ground. It's toxic-remake mania taken to an extreme.
Let us continue our look back at the year in film with a token acknowledgement of ten films that were not quite as bad as their critical reputations. For the record, not all of them are good pictures, but none are pure failures, either.