I was chatting with a coworker today about movies, and he mentioned that he walked out on “Who Killed The Electric Car?” Apparently, this was the first time he’d ever walked out on a film.
Personally, the only film I’ve ever walked out on was “Twister.” I’m a fan of stormchasers, and the idea that they turned serious scientists into nastily competitive folks who can’t even stop arguing when an F5 is RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM was just insulting. I couldn’t take it.
My wife and I almost walked out on “Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy” because we were both enormously disappointed with it, but we were with friends and didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in case they were enjoying it (turned out later that they weren’t).
The only one was the Michael Douglas ripoff of Indiana Jones that I can’t recall the name of. It just wasn’t entertaining. “Fuck this,” I said, and went to the bar next door to play pool.
Generally, if I’ve dragged myself out for a fifty-dollar night on the town, I’ve done a lot of checking up on what I’m going to see. One of the more practical reasons for me to have the internet is to suck up news and reviews of upcoming movies. Needless to say, spoilers don’t bother me much (unless they are huge).
So, no, I’ve never walked out of a movie. I’ve been close (Phantom of the Opera), but I usually remind myself how much I paid for tickets and popcorn and hope the film gets better.
My little brother and I walked out of that terrible Flintstones sequel - but we’d been given vouchers to go see it rather than spending our own money, so we weren’t that cut up about it.
When that I was a young lad, I walked out on Day of the Dead at the Bryn Mawr theater in Chicago. I just couldn’t handle it. These days it would seem just gross, but back then it was deeply disturbing. I sat out in the lobby, and I believe I rallied myself to see the end, because I remeber the guy shouting “Choke on me!” and the protagonists escaping in a helicopter.
I brought a date to 8mm, thinking it was just a film noir detective story, and wish we had both walked out. Yikes.
Also, when I was a kid, my whole family went to see Hook, one of the worst movies I have ever seen. I desperately wanted to walk out just because it sucked so badly, but it would’ve been rude and I couldn’t have gone anyplace.
Hey, I thought “Romancing the Stone” was pretty good! (Assuming that’s the one you’re talking about.)
Then again, I’m not one to speak. I walked out on “The Score”, which by all accounts was not a bad movie at all. Just somehow wasn’t getting into it, and really didn’t want to be there, so I left. A few days later some aquaintance asked if I’d seen it; not wanting to explain the whole story, I just said that yes, I had. “What did you think of the twist at the end?” she asked. “Um…I don’t remember,” I said, like a moron. :smack:
Battlefield Earth.
Asked for our money back. I had to argue the manager over how stupid of a policy it was that you couldn’t ask for your money back later than 15 minutes into the showing… that included the previews… Yes… You’d have to decide the movie was so bad…based on the previews they showed before it even began in order to ask for your money back. He eventuall gave in.
My parents walked out of “Thelma and Louise”. They ALMOST walked out of “The Royal Tenenbaums”, they were with friends who they thought were enjoying it so they waited… eventually they decided the movie was okay. Afterward their friends had the same experience of wanting to walk out but staying for them. The four then all agreed it was an okay film. By the next day they were quoting lines from the movie and dropping references like a couple of film geeks. My dad said “I think we actually that movie more than we thought.”
I came close to walking out of Exorcist: The Beginning. I mean, okay, it was a terrible film, but I can sit through terrible for the sake of my dear husband, who is a huge fan of all things Exorcist (he keeps on hoping against hope they will one day make a sequel/prequel of some sort that could live up to the original, much to his eternal disappointment). It wasn’t the demon. That was laughable. Normally I have a pretty strong stomach for horror movies, but for some damn reason the part where, what was it, jackals? Tore a child apart. Now, I know it’s just a movie, but damned if that just didn’t leave me feeling cold and weird. I thought I was going to bawl. I told my husband if anything even remotely close to that happened again, I would have to leave. [Un?]fortunately, it didn’t.
When I was a teenager, I went on a date with some dork to go see Little Shop of Horrors (the Rick Moranis version). The dork was completely mortified when he realized it was a musical, and convinced me to sneak into a different theater with him, where we saw whichever Star Trek movie had the whales in it. :rolleyes:
I saw Little Shop of Horrors a few years later and loved it.
The only movie that I have ever walked out on is Scarface, during the scene in the apartment bathroom. When the chainsaw was buzzing, I hit the theater door.
Pink Flamingos. It was part of a summer movie series at UW-Madison - something like 20 movies for eight bucks. I remember thinking “Is this movie delivering forty cents worth of entertainment?” Not by a long shot.