And the worst movie of the year? As usual, I managed to exercise my characteristic good judgment in choosing movies to see, and despite such mediocrities as Daredevil and Bulletproof Monk, I somehow got through the year without rage or bad feelings toward any movie in particular. The Matrix sequels qualify as disappointments, I suppose. But I actually enjoyed a lot of what I saw in Gigli and remain indefensibly fond of The Core, and as for The Jungle Book 2, the mere thought of Shere Khan lecherously purring "A man cub?" is enough to make me inexplicably cheerful, even today.