A terrible film often reveals itself through the face of its highest-paid actor: eyes glazed, dialogue delivered, agent presumably texted between takes. That expression appeared with alarming frequency in 2025, as sequels, adaptations, and would-be blockbusters chewed through money and talent without producing much entertainment. Narrowing the wreckage to 15 required mercy that several of these releases never showed their audiences. Tickets were sold, hours were lost, and now the receipts are due.
