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I didn’t watch many episodes of “The Office,” but if I could imagine the most disgusting storyline ever, it would be just like the plot for “Corporate Animals” (2019). Demi Moore replaces Steve Carell as the psycho boss and brings everyone on a team-building field trip that takes a macabre turn. Hey, look everybody – there’s even Ed Helms! Unfortunately, the resemblance ends there. Because while “The Office” was able to mine deadpan humor from a deep cave of absurdity, this film simply has dead people, a cave, and is absurd. It thinks it’s being funny, but just makes you squirm.

“The Butcher’s Wife” is a 1991 movie starring several women I fancy (Demi Moore, Mary Steenburgen, Frances McDormand, Margaret Colin), and Jeff Daniels, who a lot of women favor, at least when they’re not getting him confused with Bill Pullman. George Dzundza is in it, too (I just wanted to say Dzundza). It’s a chick flick (crossed signals, unrequited love, happy ending, blah blah blah). A barefoot Demi Moore is supposed to be a clairvoyant from North Carolina, spouting cornpone wisdom in a terrible accent. It mostly takes place in New York (the movie, not her accent). Dzundza, Dzundza, Dzundza.

You want to know about my rough night? It was the night I wasted watching “Rough Night” (2017). It’s a cross between “The Hangover” and “Weekend at Bernie’s,” but only combining the worst aspects of each. This story about a bachelorette weekend gone bad begins in medias res with physical comedy hijinks, so they even got the ensuing wrong. I never want to see Jillian Bell in a movie ever again. But in some ways, it’s a good thing, because when a female-dominated cast is allowed to produce worthless crap like this, you know we’re getting closer to gender equality.