Red Zone

The first sentence of dialogue in this film is an incoherent jumble of words that makes you wonder if you heard right.

When you hear the second incoherent jumble of words, you realize you heard fine and wonder why they didn't do a second take to correct the obvious line flub.

By the third sentence you wonder if there's even a script.

Then they cut to a woman whose acting is on par with a stranger grabbed off the street for a line read.

Moments later, she holds up a wet clump of grass as shocking evidence of alien. This is when you turn it off and search out reviews on the internet, only to discover the fart bucket, which is 1000% more engaging and entertaining than the movie was.