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The last movie I actually walked out of the theater on was the Assassination of Jesse James. Had I been by myself I might have stuck it out, but I was with my wife and a female friend who just went because Brad Pitt was in it, and they were both clearly miserable. Painfully dull and slow, although I did finishing watching it later and it got somewhat better toward the end.
Royal Tennenbaums - holy shit. I wanted to murder every single one of them. Lasted 20 minutes. Deal with people like this in real life, even just a little, and you won't want to watch a movie about them. Unless they all get slowly tortured to death by a chainsaw weilding psychopath. Which I assume didn't happen.
The Thin Red Line. I have yet to meet a person who liked this piece of shit - just critics whom I suppose were all highly compensated for their gushing reviews. Everybody I ever talked to about it either quit watching after the first hour or wish they had quit watching after the first hour. A war movie without war. Sort of like a porno where everybody stays dressed and just have voiceover thoughts of ****ing. Ugh.
I had to be physically restrained from walking out on Moonstruck. Another critically acclaimed piece of crap. I tried to watch it later thinking perhaps I was just in a bad mood that day - nope, it just sucks. Maybe you have to be Italian to get it. Or drunk. Or reeruned. Or all of the above.
I certainly wish I had walked out on Batman and Robin. And Tango and Cash, for that matter. And Gods and Generals. Oh my God. How could the same people who made Gettysburg make this piece of crap? It was like a boring high school history lecture.
Oh, and Urc Berry - you're a ****ing heathen. Watchmen was brilliant.
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