Last night, I had the bad fortune to watch yet another disappointing horror film, but the good fortune to do so with some fun people.

Collectively betting on who is going to die next in these splatter films can make them that much more entertaining.

Alas, nothing could truly save the DVD dud The Cavern. Not even the fact that the whiny dude died early, but still managed to outlast the crazy dude.

If you enjoyed the herky-jerky camera style of The Blair Witch Project, but without the originality, the tension or the truly ingenius marketing, then this is the film for you. Add to it an unkillable caveman with a half-melted face, a dash of cannibalism and dialogue that includes a lot of panting and squeals of "Move! Move!" and expletives and not much else.

Really now, what else could you want?

How about vomit?
Check.
Projectile vomit?
Double check.
Projectile vomit followed quickly by a nonsensical ending that hilariously optimistically leaves open the possibility of a sequel?
It’s got all that and more, baby.

All your bad horror movie dreams come true in a mishmash of bad acting, plot holes deeper than the cave the doomed crew are navigating and a guy who vaguely resembles a dark-haired Andy Dick.

I nominate this film as the worst of my summer o’ movies, and for the record, that trumps the awful The Hills Have Eyes remake and the train wreck that was, for me, Nacho Libre.

(Tho’ I have it on good authority that Nacho got better. I’ll take your word for it, E-man, but it will be a while before I give it a second chance.)

So, what about you, hard chargers? What’s the worst movie you have seen this summer? Don’t limit it to the stuff in the theater right this minute. It can be old, but must have been viewed by YOU in the summer of 2006.