The Crossing Guard
If you ask most critics to name the worst films ever made, they will give you an unconsidered list of films whose style they don’t appreciate. Bad films are rare; anyone can write a bad poem, or paint a bad picture, but the money and the mechanisms that go into filmmaking (if nothing else) almost always turn up something worthwhile somewhere in the picture.
Someone had to take a look in the back offices of the L.A. “diamond district,” and here you have it. For the rest, well, it ends with Jack Nicholson and his male co-star on their knees holding hands and weeping over a little girl’s grave.