Point taken. I was torn for the top spot among the bottom feeders between the bride of Frankenstein and the bride of POTUS. It’s a toss-up. I have also included on the wall of shame the biggest box office smash of the year to date. There’s nothing super about the Mario Galaxy or even Supergirl herself. As a Guy Ritchie fan, I’m sad about his latest screwup. And for me, self-abuse among the Jackass brigade belongs in private and not on the big screen. I’d truly enjoy hearing from subscribers to The Travers Take about what movie from the cinema halftime of 2026 you’d like to send to the bowels of hell. Do your worst. Here’s mine.