There’s something sordidly satisfying about a well-written review of a bad film, and they don’t come much better than The Guardian’s Peter Bradshaw’s recent review of Madonna’s Filth and Wisdom. From the review:

> She has made a movie so incredibly bad that Berlin festivalgoers were staggering around yesterday in a state of clinical shock, deathly pale and mewing like maltreated kittens.

Mr. Bradshaw, who writes excellent good reviews too by the way, has other nuggets. This one about Alvin and the Chipmunks:

> they talk and sing their dismal lines in electronic Pinky-and-Perky voices that made me want to plunge my head into a cauldron of boiling tar.

Not even Nancy Drew gets a break:

> The whole thing caused my cerebellum to seize up with a killer combo of resentment, boredom and misery. Emma Roberts’s face displays an almost bovine blandness: how long before the unfortunate child joins Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Yasmine Bleeth and Tara Reid in celebrity hell?

For more, and for tips on good films, go check out the film section of The Guardian Unlimited. Cue the rotten tomatoes