Sadly -- very sadly -- Sister Act 2 occupies that place of dubious distinction in my life. And I've seen a lot of movies. The first and only film I've ever walked out on and asked for a refund was the craptacular X-Men: Days of Future Past, but superhero movies are a special kind of garbage that sometimes can be a guilty pleasure. That one wasn't. But judging films and not just adaptations of other media, Sister Act 2 has to stand head and shoulders above all challengers.
It's probably not worse than most of the other bad films I've seen, but at the time it was especially excruciating to get through. The original Sister Act had a whole lot of charm, and this is speaking as someone who isn't a fan of organized religion. The first movie had excellent casting, a workable premise, and very strong performances in a feel-good film that didn't take itself more seriously than it needed to.
Sister Act 2, we all thought, would be a pleasant "more of the same" that just took the winning formula and applied it again. Oh how wrong we were. It was an inexplicable, incomprehensible slog that tossed out a chunk of the cast from the original film, had no legitimate logical flow for repeating the premise after the first film's story, and was just an unfortunate series of cameos from the original movie's characters in a narrative no longer about them. Instead, it was a flimsy try at inner-city angst from some of the least charismatic or likable teenagers that ever populated a script.
I'm sorry. I know I've gone on forever here, but sitting through Sister Act 2 felt like it was Berlin Alexanderplatz. I have never watched it again, and I've never wanted to. It has become my gauge for how much fun I'm not having. If I find myself thinking "I'd rather watch Sister Act 2 than do this," then I know I need to take a step back and think about doing something else.
