Inspired by this feature at The Onion AV Club. I’ll start.
I haven’t had any disastrous movie outings, but there have been a few regrettable ones. There was a minor scuffle at a sparsely attended Saving Private Ryan showing. I went to see Death to Smoochy with a girl who thought it was a date when I wasn’t interested. I saw Mr. Baseball, in theaters, and paid U.S. currency for the privilege.
The worst, however, would have to be The Thin Red Line, which I saw with three friends my senior year of high school. The movie was an interminable bore, but what made it really awful was that, between buying our tickets and getting to the diner for a pre-show lunch, a Late Show staffer came up to us on the street and offered us a chance to go see Letterman (and this was back when Letterman was relevant). I guess our brains all locked up, because we reasoned that we had these movie tickets (totally refundable, of course), so we couldn’t go.
When the movie finally ended, we looked at each other to confirm that we all felt the same way about that pretentious, dentist-appointment of a movie, then (literally) slapped out foreheads and wondered why the fuck we turned down the Late Show.
Anyway, I’m sure there are lot’s of worse stories than that out there.