The history-making misadventures of the movies’ most beloved idiot. If you ask me, the really annoying thing about dumbbell Forrest Gump here is his abiding love for Jenny, who time and again shows herself as an awful person, a witless flea who, well into adulthood, consistently flies wherever the wind blows and only reveals a mind of her own when she’s being hideously selfish. This film is an ANTI-romance because Gump’s tireless devotion to the undeserving Jenny might make one question their own relationship if it’s not going well. Most of us have been stupid in love. Enter Forrest Gump here to rub it in our faces. This isn’t a great movie and its humor falls on the corny side (I wish it was darker), but I’ll never say that it’s not entertaining (it is), that Robert Zemeckis isn’t a skilled Hollywood hand (he is) and that Tom Hanks doesn’t act his ass off (he does). Zemeckis shoots for wide appeal here and uses the biggest, most unsubtle cannon he can find to do it. Even his music cues (all 60s and 70s hits, timely with the action) are sledgehammer obvious, and I think Zemeckis is fully aware of that. This won the Best Picture Oscar of its year (beating out the likes of Pulp Fiction) and stands as a textbook lesson in how to take the big prize.