I walk out of movies at home all the time, which drives my husband batty. He’s a completest: if he starts a movie, book or television show, he must see it through to the end, even if he hates it. Me, I think there’s not enough time to waste sitting through a movie I hate when there’s the internet to be surfed and books to be read.
But I’m also terribly polite, so I almost never leave a movie in the theater midway through because I don’t want to ruin other people’s experience by having me stand up in front of them and make noise walking out.
However, I did walk out once: The Ghost and the Darkness. This looked like a great movie. Remember it? Man Eating Lions of Tsavo? They’ve got the actual lions at the Field Museum here in Chicago, and I’ve visited them as long as I can remember, so I even had a personal connection to this movie.
For those of you who have mercifully forgotten it, let me summarize: Africa, trains, natives building train tracks. Lions eat them (the natives, not the train tracks). Call the Great White Hunters! They hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions, they hunt the lions, they miss the lions and we walked out.
Since I’ve seen the lions at the museum since I was a kid, I guess they eventually didn’t miss. Don’t care anymore.