Critics be damned! Though virtually everyone rags on John Frankenheimer’s ’79 opus The Prophecy, I happen to like it. What some see as nothing but pointless crap, I would point to as an important cautionary tale about our abuse of the environment.
The fun begins when Talia Shire and her husband head out to a lakeside cottage on a business-related trip. He’s involved with a corporate plot to bring some industry into the great big wilderness, she’s an innocent classical musician. Before anyone can say “cheese,” the couple is being chased by all sorts of bizarre critters who are the apparent byproducts of mercury poisoning.

I like movies like this. They’re pointless. They appear to have been made for no reason whatsoever. The actors look as lost as we do. (There’s something innately kitschy at the very sight of Shire.) There’s lots of idiotic special effects. Dang it if watching this wasn’t the most fun ever! Despite the film actually reaching a (sort-of) conclusion, I was left wondering what on earth had actually happened. But I suppose the best mystery of all is why on earth anyone would want to rerelease this thing on DVD… go figure.
In the somewhat-classier department, do rent Sexy Beast immediately. Not only is Ben Kingsley astonishing, the script is way better than that Brilliant Mind crappola. :

—Matthew Hays