In Any Given Sunday the quarterback, played by one of those Quaid guys, is beat up and tired and just does not want to play any more. No one will listen to him. So he tells his wife how he feels about having to continue playing and she FREAKS on him. She forbids him to quit football and belittles him and-- I swear to TPU-- I would have liked to jump into the screen and kick her selfish ass.
I don’t remember who the actress is but she deserves some sort of an award for playing a heartless bitch to a tee. She has less than 10 minutes screen time and she is the one who character who stuck with me from that movie, not Quaid or Jaime Foxx or Al Pacino. I can’t think of a not real person who has ever pissed me off more.
Have you gotten out-of-proportion pissed off at a movie character?
Though I think that was the intent of the film, so perhaps it’s not quite “out-of-proportion”. I dunno. But I DO know I’ve never been as angry at fictional characters as I was when I watched Dogville.
I had a strong angry reaction to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s character in True Lies. He emotionally tortures his wife and then coerces her into (almost) prostituting herself – all because he’s jealous and paranoid – and it’s played for laughs. I really couldn’t get past it
ETA: I guess that almost amounts to a spoiler…sorry 'bout that.
Been a while, but the parents of the creative boy in Dead Poet’s Society. All the father wants is a Mini-Me clone of himself. He sets out to suffocate his son’s soul, and his wife goes along with it.
I wanted to bounce his head off a brick wall long enough that it didn’t bounce any more.
Same here. I hated him so badly that I didn’t even generate any pathos when he found his dead son and went to pieces.
Other movie characters I hated fiercely (and was probably supposed to, in most cases): Sharon Stone’s character in Casino Robert the Bruce, Sr. from Braveheart Fabienne in Pulp Fiction
The evil coach in The Mighty Ducks that the team plays against in the finals. When I was ten years old that guy used to send me on a one way trip to the angry dome.
Aaron Eckhart’s character from In the Company of Men. It would’ve been way out of place in the movie, but I would’ve liked to have seen Stacy Edwards’ deaf girl give him a swift hard kick in the crotch so that the world would be spared the future generations of assholes that would stem forth from his loins. (Eckhart’s friend was almost as bad but he was such a spineless little wimp that he wouldn’t have been worth the trouble.)
He was horrible, but since everybody at the table basically reamed him out (and made him chip in on the tip despite his objections), we was spared my true wrath.
I’ve got the winner . . .the pussy soldier “Hoppum” in **Saving Private Ryan ** who could have saved his buddy who was in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. He just sat there, with tons of ammunition, and listened to his friend die.
Upham? Yeah, I was practically screaming at the screen there. Nothing he did after that in the film, not even blowing away the grave digger POW, redeemed him for me. Nor did it matter that the guy was a desk jockey, only brought along because he knew French and German, and was in no way prepared for that kind of fight.
Yeah, I guess you could say I used to be rpetty easily emotionally manipulated by movies.
For some reason, You’ve got mail made me absolutely furious. I was so mad I could barely speak to my poor innocent husband afterwards. The guy just grinds her into the dirt, and we’re supposed to like him? I don’t think so.
Thanks for mentioning this. I loved the premise of the movie -in general-, but something about it always bothered the heck out of me. Didn’t realize what it was until you just pointed it out. Have to agree 100%.
James Woods in Ghosts of Mississippi. He portrayed Byron DeLaBeckwith, a despicable individual in real life. I suppose one could say that he captured the character but I always think of that movie when I see Woods.
Yeah, even though he was convicted and died in prison, I was unsatisfied. The only way he could have been pwned* enough to slake my thirst for vengeance would have been if Alec Baldwin, unsatisfied with the verdict, broke a chair over Beckwith’s head, killing him instantly. :mad:
Anne Archer’s character in Fatal Attraction. In particular, the scene where they’re having the dinner party in Connecticut and Glenn Close calls. Archer (sorry, I can’t remember the character’s name) answers the phone. “Hello? . . . . Hello? . . . . . Hello. . . . . Hello. Is someone there?” etc. etc. I think it angers me because if I answer the phone and no one answers, I usually just hang up.
