Look, Kathy Bates is a great actress. We loved her in the Stephen King adaptations Misery and Dolores Claiborne, appreciated her dedication to Adam Sandler’s idiotic material in The Waterboy, and were delighted to see her in Woody Allen’s efficient Midnight in Paris last year.

But all of our affection doesn’t justify About Schmidt, an otherwise solid movie tainted by one eye-scarring sequence that goes on for what feels like an hour. Those who’ve seen Alexander Payne’s comedy already know where we’re going with this: We’re referring, of course, to the beefy Bates’ overly generous dip in the hot tub. Misery, indeed.