Crazy Six (1997)
American filmmaker Albert Pyun, notoriously known for putting together weirdly stylistic and rarely praised B-movies, is the man behind this record-breaker in horrible production values. The unforgiving lighting, extreme (and annoyingly grainy) close-ups, bad sound production and the scenes' complete lack of space makes Crazy Six a terrible ordeal to watch. And that is before even mentioning the plot - if you can spot it. Amazingly, Pyun narrates through lack of dialogue and logical cutting; meaning that the story must be deducted from shots of stuff like brick walls, mist and puppies, as well as music video segments. The patient viewers will ultimately find that the film is about drug addicts and mobsters, ostensibly backdropped against the fall of communism. It's all so low-key that it's barely discernable, but remarkably the ending turns out to have some sort of soul and purpose. Burt Reynolds is the only one who cuts through the crap, and steals every scene he's in with an apt carelessness.