In this corner, we have Uwe Boll, dark master of the horror-fantasy shitfest genre. He's gifted us with such rectally carcinogenic treats such as Bloodrayne: The Third Reich, Alone in the Dark, and House of the Dead, among others.
In the other corner, we have...wait, where did he go? Ahh, yes. There. He tends to blend into the background, like a vomit stain on 70s-era wallpaper. Double D has blessed us with such theatrical joys as Beverly Hills Ninja, Saving Silverman, and the current diarrhetic implosion of Adam Sandler's career including this weekend's veritable swirling bowl of apathy, Just Go For It.
Which of these hamfisted, talentless hacks as inflicted more cinematic pain?




