We get it: people hate Michael Bay. With a passion. And he knows it, too.
After Michael Bay tried serious with a serious movie that was seriously awful (Pearl Harbor), he followed up the criticism with two fingers in the air (and it wasn’t a peace sign) with Bad Boys II. Bad Boys II featured explosions, shorter skirts, homophobia, a pudgy Martin Lawrence and a cop copping a feel from a dead woman. Bay even has a scene in the newest Transformers movie (out now) where his characters complain in an old abandoned theater about Hollywood and sequels and consumerism. If 22 Jump Street can get mega-love for satirizing sequelitis all the way to the bank, surely Bay can, too! He knows people will be back. And we do, too.
Michael Bay was born in Los Angeles. That’s a bit of trivia that seems to excuse his extra (almost satirical) level of movie-flexing. He makes movies that Dutch action satirist Paul Verhoeven (Robocop, Starship Troopers, Total Recall) would’ve made fake trailers for to put into his own movies. His movies are so over the top, a clip could be placed in front of every “everything that’s wrong with _______” segment in media. He’s all gunshots, explosions and cleavage (male and female). Worse, he has homophobic fears running through a number of his films (his muscle-bound men who are afraid of advances from less muscle-bound – read: less manly – men).
Look, we don’t necessarily like Michael Bay either. But the chief reason why Bay is on the Rushmore of hated directors is because his movies make so much money. If they didn’t no one would care. He’d be in a Simon West dustbin. And Simon West probably hopes he’ll join him in there because he was basically hired by Jerry Bruckheimer (Michael Bay’s #1 bro) to direct Con Air exactly like Michael Bay did for Bad Boys and The Rock.

But let’s give Bay his due. There’s a reason why West and others who’ve attempted a seemingly simple formula — fluid camera, low-cut blouses, dude wisecracks plus explosions = mega-bucks — and fail at making a long career out of it. For Bay it’s his attachment to his toys that drive the story (and not the other way around). That includes cars, robots and Megan Fox. His extra attention of accentuating ownership over these things is distinct. The shiny metal of his cars, motorcycles and robots reflect the sun that always seems to be setting in a Bay movie, as if capitalism itself is just a reflection of the natural world. And that’s what a Michael Bay really movie is and what it is very unsettling to some people: it’s throbbing capitalism at the expense of standard storytelling.
But that authentic tramp-stamp also places Bay in an auteur category. Right now, as we speak, that snobby region of filmdom is going through a reformation. It was once an area reserved for only the most agreed upon great and important filmmakers. But now the word is now going back to its roots. The roots come from the French word for “author.” It deems that if simply by watching a movie you can tell who directed it without knowing who it was beforehand, then that is a director in full control of the story and is indeed the author. The reason why the term “auteur” has often been so snooty is that it comes from a European copyright law that gives the true author the actual copyright ownership to their films. Or at least a part of it.
If being an auteur is akin to having a corporate trademark, then Michael Bay might be the most modern of auteurs. And if Michael Bay, one of the most reviled filmmakers, can be an auteur, then all bets are off. Stand by the phone because the auteur membership drive is taking donations! And in honor of Bay, who’s never shied away from product placement, corporate sponsors are welcome.

In true hyper-capitalist fashion, what makes Michael Bay an auteur, however, is similar to a child throwing a fit in an attempt to get everything that they want. In parenting they call that “the terrible twos.” So that got us thinking, in a twist for a pun, what would the “terrible auteurs” be? Not necessarily the worst directors, but the directors whose authorship comes from either something really jittery, excessively dramatic or could be traced back to a stunted fixation on female body parts.
Well, that was the criteria we had for 10 directors other than Bay, who’ve also put their own “terrible” stamp to use. Whether it’s ego, misogyny, overuse of shutter edits, overblown colors, robust fetishism or simple childish lack of attention to detail — the below directors are certainly auteurs. We imagine that there are a few included that might annoy or upset, and please feel free to comment, just don’t throw a fit. Again, this list is for the recognizably over-indulgent, over-fixated, cinematic authors.
You can call me terrible, too. I’m the author.
Slideshow: The “Terrible Auteurs”
Brian Formo is a featured contributor on the CraveOnline Film Channel. You can follow him on Twitter at @BrianEmilFormo.
The Terrible Auteurs
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Michael Bay
Signature Strokes: Reflections on metal, PG-13 low cut shirts and shorts, fluid camera, helicopters at sunset, sweaty characters, characters running to vehicles, explosions, slow-motion screaming, and, unfortunately, repeat offenses of homophobic characters and fondling a dead woman (Bad Boys II and Pain & Gain)
Best Movie(s): The Rock, The Island, Bad Boys
Worst Movies: Pearl Harbor, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Bad Boys II
Emulators: Dominc Sena (Gone in 60 Seconds, Swordfish), Simon West (Con Air)
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Tinto Brass
The arthouse erotica filmmaker who occasionally did vignette stories for Penthouse, Brass is most known for the Caligula and Salon Kitty narrative features. Specifically, his generous framing of a rotund bum (generally with a mirror present in the room for multiple angles).
Signature Strokes: Derriere, mirrors, cigars, three cameras rolling at once, orgies, fascism (Nazis, Romans, Mussolini) and the song "Mambo Italiano."
Best Movie(s): His filmed sections of Caligula before Penthouse locked him out of the edit bay so they could include scenes of Penthouse Pets that he'd edited out. Also: All Ladies Do It, Salon Kitty
Worst Movies: Brass' narrative films without sex, such as The Vacation (despite starring Vanessa Redgrave and Franco Nero) and The Howl
Emulators: Zalman King (Red Shoe Diaries) and all the other late-night Cinemax directors (except Brass was European and therefore allowed to show a penis)
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Alejandro Gonzalez Iñárritu
Perhaps an unpopular choice, but really, Iñárritu is someone that you must endure. He's cruel to his characters and his audience by extension.
We are really excited to see his upcoming Birdman. It has a great cast and it appears that that cast will not be carrying all the grief from the world in each of their stories. Which is entirely different from all of Iñárritu's previous films.
Signature Strokes: The hyperlink, tragic events bringing people together, tragic events driving people apart, tragic events across borders, atonement, sepia grit and the idea that language is a human construct that traps all humanity in patterns of mistakes.
Best Movie(s): Amores Perros,
Worst Movies: Biutiful, Babel, 21 Grams
Emulators: Paul Haggis (Crash), Fernando Meirelles (360, City of God), Henry Alex-Rubin (Disconnect), Guillermo Arriaga (The Burning Plain)
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Neil LaBute
With his debut film, In the Company of Men, LaBute announced himself as (potentially) a great writer with an ear close to the ground of the corporate traps of misogyny. But, subsequently after a play called "Fat Pig," and the films Your Friends & Neighbors, The Shapes of Things and Some Velvet Morning, his ear was revealed to be a mouth. LaBute just really doesn't like people. At all. Everyone is either a victim or making someone else a victim. With his bee-centric remake of The Wicker Man he made audiences his victim, too.
Signature Strokes: Conniving men, conniving women, victims, self-absorbed characters, homophobia, misanthropy, humiliation and bees.
Best Movie(s): The Shape of Things, Nurse Betty
Worst Movies: Your Friends & Neighbors, Some Velvet Morning, The Wicker Man
Emulators: White male movements
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Russ Meyer
A photographer of some of the earliest Playboy centerfolds, Meyer made the first softcore movie to make over a million dollars at the box office (The Immoral Mr. Teas). Then he was given keys to narrative films and like a kid in a porno shop, he went full-tit bonanza with buxom rock'n'roll flicks. Meyer saw a resurgence in the 90s due to the first "Seinfeld" episode. His auteur narrative was re-defined recently to (potentially) feminist because he always gave his women control in all situations.
Signature Strokes: Ample bosoms, women more powerful than men, sexually overwhelming women, submission, domination, photography and still camera (no dolly).
Best Movie(s): Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Faster Pussycat ... Kill! Kill!, Up!
Worst Movies: The Immoral Mr. Teas, Beneath the Valley of the Ultra Vixens
Emulators: Jack Hill (Coffy, Foxy Brown), Nina Brownfield-Berry (Boobs: An American Obsession), Rob Zombie (music videos for White Zombie, particularly "Thunderkiss '65")
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Tony Scott
Tony Scott went through two career phases. There was the fog, smoke and clouds and the lasers-that-cut-through-them era (The Hunger, Top Gun, Days of Thunder, The Last Boy Scout). Then there was the hyper GoogleEarth location era (Enemy of the State, Man on Fire, Spy Game).
He's the only director on this list to have two distinctly different author stamps, but (long seen as a director-for-hire) it's probably the Google Earth-era that has granted him auteur status.
Signature Strokes: Maps, satellite video, camera lens shutter, tracking devices, war room, clouds, smoke, lasers, downward camera placement, sepia grit, sweaty characters, alcoholics and choppy editing.
Best Movie(s): Crimson Tide, Unstoppable, Top Gun, True Romance
Worst Movies: Domino, Taking of Pelham 1 2 3, Spy Game, Days of Thunder, The Last Boy Scout
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M. Night Shyamalan
The "terrible twos" analogy fits here mostly because Shyamalan threw a bit of a tantrum before The Lady in the Water was released. In a him vs. the critic sort of way he cast himself as a writer who could alter the outcome of the world. He also told Time magazine, "If you're not betting on me, then no one should be getting money. I've made profit a mathematical certainty."
And from this movie on audiences grew tired of the trick ending they now knew was coming and profits vanished (whew, sucks to Google yourself now, Shyamalan).
Signature Strokes: Plot twists, basement discoveries, reflections revealing clues, fluttering curtains, cameo appearances, car crashes, broken glass, spirals, widowers, bright color = important item, simple solutions from everyday items and religious symbols.
Best Movie(s): Unbreakable, The Sixth Sense
Worst Movies: After Earth, The Lady in the Water, The Village, The Happening and The Last Airbender
Emulators: Ehren Kruger (screenwriter of The Ring, Reindeer Games, Arlington Road, Scream 3, The Skeleton Key), Gregory Hoblit (Frequency, Untraceable), Mark Pellington (The Mothman Prophecies, Arlington Road)
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Zack Snyder
Snyder already has the ire of many for being handed the keys to the DC universe (Superman, Batman, The Justice League). But for better or worse, it cannot be denied that Snyder has integrated advanced video game aesthetics into movies (via the hugely profitable 300, an unlikely franchise; and on the flip-side, the bomb that never became a franchise: Sucker Punch).
Maybe Snyder just got lucky when he applied Sin City-aesthetics to a sword and sandals movie (also written by Frank Miller) with a blood and dust color substitution. He has just been reaping the WB benefits ever since.
Signature Strokes: High saturation, both slow-motion fighting and sped-up fighting, choppy editing, video-game style skies, very red blood, flickering ash, 9/11 imagery and extremely high body counts.
Best Movie(s): Dawn of the Dead, Man of Steel
Worst Movies: 300, Sucker Punch
Emulators: Louis Leterrier (Clash of the Titans, The Incredible Hulk), Noam Murro (300: Rise of an Empire)
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James Wan
Wan is prepping to break free from his own horror box with the next (and, following the death of Paul Walker, now tragic) installment in the Fast and the Furious series. Horror is quick to copycat and Wan's combination of torture documented with POV camera movements -- and a sewage filter -- that started with Saw, pretty much set the course for horror for the next decade.
Signature Strokes: Ventriloquist dolls, hidden camera, torture, puzzles, POV, executives, white dresses and being the moral conundrum member of "The Splat Pack"
Best Movie(s): The Conjuring, Insidious
Worst Movies: Saw, Dead Silence, Death Sentence
Emulators: Scott Derickson (Sinister), James DeMonaco (The Purge, The Purge 2: Anarchy)
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Ed Wood, Jr.
Oh, the man with little hubris, big dreams and very little talent who become a running joke of bad direction until he was given a loving portrait by Tim Burton. His attempts to just make a genre film at any cost without attempts at continuity would inspire countless b-movie films, both those that were genuine and also spoofs.
Signature Strokes: Narration from Bela Lugosi sitting in a chair, Criswell predicts, archival footage, gravestones falling over, boom mic in the shot, crossdressing, aliens, robots and behemoth actors whose dialogue is barely discernable.
Best Movie(s): Bride of the Monster, Plan 9 From Outer Space
Worst Movies: Glen or Glenda, Jail Bait, Night of the Ghouls
Emulators: Joe Dante (Matinee, Gremlins), Stuart Gordon (Re-Animator, From Beyond), Rob Zombie (music videos for White Zombie, named album The Sinster Urge after a Wood film), Tim Burton (Frankenweenie, Pee Wee's Big Adventure)