Ten years in the dark. Yes, film fans, it’s been a decade since The Dauph first pitched headlong through the doorway of a screening room as CREEM’s ambassador to the cinematic wasteland. Since that fateful day, there have been many screening rooms and yours truly has wandered from one to another like a water rat scurrying from cesspool to drainpipe. So many bright, sunny days spent in darkened enclosures. So many awful movies. So much inadequately buttered popcorn. And always, at the close of each year, the dreaded wrap up, in which the scum of the past 12 months must be stirred up yet again, just when you hoped you had put those wretched films out of your mind forever. Join me then, reader, as I dip a tarnished spoon into a fresh batch of sewage, separating its foul, filmy covering for the feature everyone in Birmingham likes to call The 10 Worst Movies Of The Year.