I once went to see In the cut which is pretty much the least romantic movie imaginable. This was in Prague and except for me and my buddy, the place was filled with guys and their date…none of whom got layed that night, I’m sure…
John Carpenter’s The Thing. I was already going out with my girlfriend at the time for a few weeks, but after seeing that I could hardly bear to have her touch me in bed, the thoughts of all those tentacles and such flying everywhere (The Thing’s, not hers. Or mine.:o )
My first boyfriend took me to see Silence of the Lambs as a first date movie.
Second boyfriend took me to see Se7en.
Third boyfriend took me to see Toy Story.
First movie seen with the ex-wife: Romeo + Juliet (the Leonardo diCaprio one).
First movie seen with the last ex-girlfriend: Sin City.
I’m thinking there’s a reason the first married me, the second didn’t.
When I was on a jury sequestered for a few months, we were given access to a DVD player and a decent list of films we could have a sheriff run out and rent. The women on the jury selected, sight unseen, True Romance, thinking it was, well, a true romance, the way Love Story is a love story. They were a wee bit disappointed; I imagine it ruined more than a few dates out there, too.
Speaking from unfortunate experience, Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life did not impress a certain cute young woman I was out with. Let us just say that Mr Creosote is not my favorite Python character and leave it at that.
Back during the Kennedy Administration, anything with Paul Newman in it rolled the present Mrs Gelding into estrus in pretty short order. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof was especially effective. It may have been the Burl Ives-Paul Newman combination, as if Ives was a catalyst for the resulting heat.
If a scene like this can’t make a grown man cry (which usually works on dates)–where a woman has to force the man who kidnapped her daughter (and effectively alienated the two, because she was adopted by an Australian couple and now can’t speak her own mother’s language) while she hand to spend 13 years falsely imprisoned in jail–translate her reasons for becoming a “sinner,” well what else can?
I was out on a date with a guy, and after dinner we were deciding what else to do that night. He said he had just a handful of movies at his place and rattled off their names. One was Caligula and I had a non-sexual reason for wanting to see it. So I suggested we go back to his place and watch that.
No penis ensued that night, because I was into watching the movie as a movie and not a porn. We ended up having a long, crappy relationship based on nothing but sex and I ended up being more of a bitter old lady because of it.
Oddly enought, that was the first movie I thought of when I saw the title to this thread. It’s a good movie but if you saw this back in 1986 with a girl on your first date, not only would there not be a second date but she’d probably want to get a restaining order against you.