Director: Dario Argento

Horror die-hards are a fervent bunch, and when a filmmaker executes more than one undisputed genre classic, they’re not quick to dismiss him or her. So Dario Argento will always get a pass from fans, thanks to his old-school “giallo” (code for stylish Italian slasher flicks) staples like Deep Red and The Bird with the Crystal Plummage, as well as his batshit supernatural freak-outs Suspiria and Inferno.

But there are those unwaveringly discerning horror heads who can’t, in good conscience, stomach Argento’s recent output, the worst example being 2009’s straight-to-DVD display of unbelievable ineptitude lazily titled, indeed, Giallo. Adrien Brody, looking like he’s ready to strangle his agent the entire time, plays a detective tracking down a murderer known as “Yellow,” who, himself, closely resembles Brody in a Kabuki mask.

Argento must have thought he was doing his longtime fans a solid by revisiting the stalk-and-stab subgenre he helped to popularize, but Giallo, with its widespread incompetence, is a so-called gift that keeps on grating.