Movie Sequels We Never Asked For

Hollywood is riddled with them.  
Sequels we never wanted or asked for.  There are many reasons they get made but most of them are money or ego.  Either way here's a list off the tops of our heads of some stinkers that never should have seen the light of day.








Taken 2: If you're like me the whole time you were watching the first movie you were thinking "I wonder what the parents of all the poor mobsters who are dying would think."  Oh, you didn't think that?  Well, some writer apparently did.

Jaws 3: If the years go by but the technology for the shark gets worse it's a bad sign.  And a crappy looking shark looks even crappier in 3D.

Caddyshack 2: No Ted Knight, no Bill Murray meant this never should have been made.  Ask the average person and they don't even know this film exists.

Speed 2: Cruise Control: It's okay to admit you caught lightning in a bottle with the first movie and sometimes sequels in which the main star doesn't return can succeed....but on a cruise ship?  Honestly.

Teen Wolf Too: The movie Jason Bateman wishes you never knew existed.  We wish it too Jason.

Alien 3: Hey David Fincher, all that cool stuff that Ridley Scott and James Cameron did with the first two Alien movies - yeah you just ruined it.

Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon: Essentially Michael Bay's excuse to blow up more stuff and shoot things in slow motion.  Forget about the minor details of plot and acting.

Weekend at Bernie's II: Wait, he's still dead and they haven't buried him yet?  Yeeech.

US Marshals: Sadly, on its own it isn't a terrible movie.  But it isn't The Fugitive and Wesley Snipes sure as heck isn't Harrison Ford.

Dumb and Dumberer: Even Cheri O'Teri, Eugene Levy and Bob Sagat couldn't save this horrible prequel that only made us watch the original to wash that crappy taste away.

Terminator 3: Arnie, man you should have known better.  James Cameron was the Terminator franchise and without him on board this one didn't have a chance.



*So, here's a few we wish would've stayed in the can - have a few you wish were never made?  Let us know in the comments section.

Along Came A Spider

So, I just came back from a test of my manhood.  And I think I passed with flying colors.  Now, let me just say this STS contributor is no fan of spiders.  I mean I hate them.  Really hate them.  I understand that they're really not that harmful, perhaps helpful even.  It doesn't matter.  I kill every last one that ever makes the mistake of showing its ugly face.  And I do so with long instruments and the shrieks of an 8th grade girls field trip to a Justin Bieber concert.

Which brings me to tonight.  A couple weeks ago I notice a lot of cobwebs around the entry way to our house and began to clean them off with a broom.  Then I saw it.  He was a big one.  I don't know what kind of spider and I don't really care to.  He looked to be the size of a silver dollar (in reality probably only a quarter...maybe.) But he looked he could come at me like Jeff Daniels in Arachnophobia.  So I did what any male head of household would do.  I told my wife to go inside, grabbed a golf club and a filled squirt bottle of water and went after him.  Does water kill spiders?  I doubt it because after emptying the entire bottle in my front entry way he limped into a crack in the siding.  I was pretty sure that he died later on though.  Fast forward two weeks, my wife and I come back from a walk and she says "I thought you cleaned off all those cobwebs."  "I did clean them," I said.  "And killed this big spider too."  "You mean that big spider?" she says pointing to the aforementioned arachnid perched on our light looking to pounce and potentially drain the blood of any future dinner guest.  Well, its on now my friends.  With a mixture of 60% panic, 20% queasy, 10% chilly willies, and 10% heebie jeebies I punched in the code for the garage and chose my weapons.  All the while I have scenes from Predator playing in my head.  You know that scene where Mac goes crazy and runs off after the predator talking to himself and saying "he's gonna have me some fun?"

  

I return with a half-used bottle of Ultrathon and my push broom to find that the spider has bailed from his perch on the light and I can't see him!  No matter, I think to myself, this Ultrathon stuff is supposed to keep bears away right? I bet it can kill a measly spider.  So I proceed to give a nice dusting to the South corner of my entry way.  Does Ultrathon cause damage to aluminum siding....  After two fits of coughing from inhaling the stuff I follow the siding around the corner to find the spider has slipped through a crack and is now scurrying across my garage lip.  What's left of the Ultrathon forces him back into his hole and me back into the garage.  I re-group with a golf club and the previously mentioned water bottle loaded up.  I can see him scurrying into the dark recesses of his hole so I grab a step ladder to get a better peak.  I unleash the fury of my water squirt bottle this time picturing Quint from Jaws "we're gonna bring him and drown him, we're gonna bring him in to the shallows and drown him."

As I'm emptying my squirt bottle into the spider's lair I realize this isn't good enough.  I need to be sure this time.  I need his body.  So I return to garage to find something small enough to poke into the crack and get at his disgusting little form.  The flat edge of my Sand Wedge?  Too fat.  A small piece of pipe from our Ladder Golf set?  Still too big.  By the way did I mention that we live next to a 55+ living complex?  Like right next to it?  There's literally about 45 windows aimed directly at the front of our house.  Well, I'm on my second pair of hedge trimmers and have finally found something thin and sharp enough to jab into the crack above the garage.  Now, as I'm repeatedly jabbing the shears into the crack, relishing in the crunching sensation of the tool hitting home, muttering "die you scum" under my breath I suddenly hear a small voice coming from behind me say "Mommy, what's he doing?"  I stop and turn to find a girl resembling Cindy Lou Hoo and her twin sister staring at me wide-eyed as they walk up the sidewalk towards the rear entrance of the senior living center.  Slightly out of breath I step off the ladder and lower the shears.  The mom says, "I don't know honey, let's go visit Grandma" and they hurry inside.  But even this moment of public embarassment can't steal the welling of pride I feel inside me.  I have defended my homestead and vanquished my enemy.  Triumphantly, I return inside to assure my maiden that all is quiet on the countryside and tonight's banquet of Trader Joe's orange chicken and rice can now be served.

THE END.