In any movie where the guy is contemplating reconnecting with his high school crush, there’s always the balding friend who likes to scratch his nuts and drink the milk from the carton warning him that she’s probably put on a few duffel bags of fat. Had Cameron Diaz indeed been a plus-size gal in Something About Mary, our buddy Ted probably wouldn’t have bothered to unload his gun pre-date. The worst thing, it seems, even in some of the greatest films, with the greatest actors, is to curse someone to a future of fat, as if that is the greatest "worst" you could do.