The 5 Worst Marketing Failures In The History Of Movies

Naturally, this upset people, so the dynamite was changed to a badge and the balloon was put back up, before it was apparently exiled to a barge in the ocean where it couldn't upset anyone.

Big Events Inc. "Give me your rifles, your grenades, your huddled bullets yearning to be shot into bad guys' faces."

The next stroke of genius in a marketing campaign, which had so far put a giant bomb-wielding monster in the heart of a city rebounding from tragedy, was to go into outer goddamn space. The studio reportedly spent around $500,000 to have a NASA space shuttle plaster the Last Action Hero logo on it -- a weird move for a flick that doesn't have anything whatsoever to do with rockets or space travel. They also painted "Schwarzenegger" on all the booster rockets, a subtle indication that the shuttle was powered by steroids.

Columbia Pictures "A power metal version of 'The Star Spangled Banner' will be played over the launch."

The movie opened in June, and the rocket was planned to launch in May. However, because the universe is occasionally a wondrous place, the shuttle was delayed to July, before finally launching in August, by which time Last Action Hero had died a swift and unheralded death at movie theaters across America. So Columbia Pictures built not one but two separate Towers of Babel to promote their Schwarzenegger movie.

Despite the fact that they'd wasted a shit-ton of money on offending New Yorkers and painting a grounded shuttle, they continued to pour the gasoline of money on the fire of Last Action Hero's impending failure. The premiere was a lavishly depressing affair. For some reason, they built a replica of Hamlet's Elsinore castle, and trussed up a Leo the Fart mannequin from a crane. For those of you who haven't seen Last Action Hero, Leo the Fart is a fat dead gangster whose corpse gets stuffed with nerve gas set to detonate in the middle of his funeral. So Columbia Pictures promoted Last Action Hero with yet another public display of a delightful fake bomb.

Most of the expected stars did not attend the premiere (a fact which was alarmingly apparent due to a gimmick wherein their arrivals were announced over a loudspeaker). One of the few who did was Arnold's teenage costar, who was wearing a Last Action Hero T-shirt.

After two decent Superman movies and one so terrible that it's central plot point was Superman splitting in two and fighting an alcoholic version of himself, the world was finally ready for the king turd of Superman IV: The Quest For Peace. Like Kryptonite to your enjoyment of cinema, the Superman series was picked up by Cannon films, which (as we've discussed) was basically the estranged deadbeat uncle of '80s Hollywood. Superman IV found Supes rounding up and destroying all of the world's nuclear weapons (either leading to a utopia or a cruel Kryptonian dictatorship) and fighting a new villain: Nuclear Man, who basically looked like a roided-out MacGyver trying to rob a nail salon.

Warner Bros. "Check out how rad these are! Can you believe this shit?"

Bizarrely, the movie premiered in London as a charity event, with special guests Prince Charles and Princess Diana. Cannon inexplicably requested that the film's superheroes attend in costume, which may have been fun treat for the newly-wedded royal couple, were it not for one thing: Christopher Reeve did not come to the premiere in his Superman costume. In point of fact, he didn't come at all. Probably because even he thought that the movie was an "absolute mess."

Warner Bros. "We're sorry there's not a new Bond movie to watch for charity instead."

This wouldn't have been a huge deal (Reeve's family attended in his absence), except for the fact that the poor schmuck who played Nuclear Man was now the only person at a highly-publicized event featuring the royal family dressed like a stupid asshole.

Super Mania It was almost as humiliating as having to wear that in Superman IV.

Nuclear Man isn't a recognizable character from the comics. Without someone else standing directly next to you in a Superman costume, no one is going to know who the hell you're supposed to be. So actor Mark Pillow was stuck explaining to every guest that he was Superman's nemesis, and that his bosses had requested he attend in costume, and that's why a thin layer of polyester was the only thing standing between the future King of England and his spandexed scrotum.

Super Mania It was at this precise moment that Britain once and for all decided that they were fine with America leaving the empire.

Understandably, Crowe asked the band to play at the party following the premiere. It probably didn't seem like a huge deal, because again, they're in the damn movie. To help promote the flick, the concert was going to be filmed and televised by MTV -- which at this point was still airing music-oriented content instead of shows about werewolves.

Fortunately for history, Eddie Vedder got super hammered beforehand, and began the show by shouting "Fuck MTV!" Which is an awkward to way to kick off an MTV show. Eddie was borderline incoherent, stumbling across the stage like he was on the deck of the Poseidon.

Pearl JamTen (Beers).

When a fight burst out in the crowd, presumably ignited by sheer boredom, Eddie jumped into the crowd yelling "Don't be violent, fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

Pearl Jam In Eddie's defense, this is usually a textbook way to defuse any conflict.

Vedder even started tearing down the scenery MTV had set up around the stage like a goddamned maniac. He was partly acting out of frustration, because he couldn't hear himself through the stage monitors. He kept violently gesturing to the sound guy to raise the volume, but nothing happened, and so he lost what meager drunken hold he had on his temper and hulked out. It wasn't until later that Eddie realized he had mistaken the lighting tech for the sound guy, which explained the mystery of why the stage got brighter every time he asked for more volume. Ironically, his transformation into a cyclonic rage monster that night was arguably what led MTV executives to decide that they should focus more on werewolf programming.

Some visionary at whatever ad agency was the exact opposite of Sterling Cooper Draper Price decided that, while they were stuffing their gobs with chicken fingers and chocolate milk, kids would really dig the story of a black alien rectangle that somehow guides the human race through scientific advancement. Surprisingly, the kids in the comic are riveted by the exciting space action, instead of weepingly frustrated by the purposeful rejection of conventional narrative structure. Maybe the comic is missing the panel where the kids take a whole bunch of LSD right before the movie starts.

"And the range of depth in Kubrick's lenses, brilliant!" -- 10 year olds, apparently.

The end of 2001 is basically a surreal mindfuck in which an astronaut is pulled through a magic wormhole, confronted with the existential inevitability of death, and somehow transformed into a giant celestial baby, which is probably representative of the next plane of being, but could literally mean that he turned into a galactic orbiting fetus. What did the kids think of all that?

Howard Johnson's"Gee whiz! I can't wait to tell the kids on the playground about the haunting specter of death!" "And I can't wait to enforce traditional gender roles!"

Yeah, those kids are high as shit.

Due to segregation laws in Atlanta at the time, the black actors in Gone With The Wind weren't allowed to attend the premiere of their own movie, which is one of the meatiest chunks of bullshit in the history of cinema. Not even Hattie McDaniel, who would go on to win an Oscar for her role in the movie, was allowed to come.

That's not to say that no black people were permitted -- several black members of a local church choir were invited to come sing. That might not sound so bad, so allow us to point out that the choir members were part of a "Southern Plantation" pageant, and as such were required to perform while dressed as slaves.

via Michael Beschloss "Jimmy Crack Corn" had never been sung more sarcastically.

One of the choir members was Martin Luther King Jr., whose father was the director of the choir. It's entirely possible this event played a part in shaping the young Dr. King into the legendary civil rights leader he eventually became. It isn't too hard to envision a rough draft of his famous speech reading, "I have a dream that little kids won't be forced to dress up as fucking slaves and sing to a bunch of dipshits at a Hollywood movie premiere."

J.M. McNab co-hosts the pop culture nostalgia podcast Rewatchability which can also be found on iTunes. Follow him on Twitter @Rewatchability.

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