I love the terrible movie Hush
because it's essentially an hour and a half of Gwyneth Paltrow being intimidated, menaced, and abused by Jessica Lange. Lange understandably goes all Die! Die! My Darling!
on poor wittle Gwynnie because she hates phony, bony, white sluts with fake hair. Watch -- and laugh -- as Gwynnie whines, pouts, and nearly gets trampled by a horse. The writers made the critical misstep of presuming that A) Paltrow could ever successfully challenge and defeat Lange, and B) There's a single viewer on the planet who wouldn't delight in seeing her tortured and murdered.