Don’t be ridiculous. Such a scenario could never happen in real life.
Except it happened to my sister-in-law. Freaked her the fuck out.
I saw Black Hawk Down in the movie theater. When it came out on video, I rented it just so I could cheer out loud without bothering anyone when the dude ran through the alleyway and threw the flare on the roof, showing the helicopter gunner where the target was in the night. I stood up and shouted with glee and fist pumped and everything. I wanted to do that so bad in the theater it made me shiver with adrenaline.
Also, during “The Whole Nine Yards” I was completely incapacitated with laughter at the scene where Bruce Willis is ordering the hamburger with no mayo. I hadn’t slept for almost 48 hours, I had a bit of alcohol in me, making me extraordinarily receptive to that kind of humor. I literally fell on the floor gasping for breath, and a friend of mine watching the movie with me was in a similar predicament. Watching the movie a few years later, I just could not understand what the hell I thought was so funny before.
Back when it came out in the late 70’s I saw Barry Lyndon with my (now ex)husband.
The little boy lay dying, begging his parents to stop quarreling so much, then the scene changed to his funeral procession, with swelling music and his coffin borne along on the little goat cart he had liked to drive. I turned my head to my husband and lay my head on his shoulder, bawling like a baby. It just got to me suddenly.
I saw the Willie Wonka remake at the theater. This line:
“Everything in this room is edible. Even I’m edible, but that’s called cannibalism and is frowned upon by most cultures.”
Had me laughing so long and so hard I embarrassed my husband. I’m not sure why it tickled me so much.
though that didn’t happen to me, for a long time the show ruined many quiet moments on other shows when characters are alone by themselves, especially if they cross streets without looking both ways. (and often they do not!)
That sounds like a story that needs telling.
I cry during movies so frequently (especially when someone’s doing something self-sacrificing) that I can’t count that as unusual (although my wife might disagree).
But I remember seeing Wayne’s World in a packed theatre with my brother and some friends. At one point Wayne opens a door to a room full of spies training and he says: “I just always wanted to open a door to room where people are being trained like in James Bond movies.” My brother and I thought it was hilarious and just lost it, but no one else in the theatre got more than a chuckle out of it.
I’ve always had a thing about really huge machinery that could crush your body without even noticing (locomotives, tractor trucks, roadwork equipment, that kind of machine), and “Maximum Overdrive” and the original story didn’t really help that. Neither does the fangy grill covers that truck drivers are putting on their semi trucks these days. 
In “Hannibal,” when Lechter (sp?) cuts off the top of Ray Liotta’s head, my husband and I DIED laughing! The whole movie was so over-the-top that by that time, we were pretty giddy. Similar reactions in “The Ring,” when the guy was trying to bring a rope to the well, ran out of rope and fell down. We were INCAPACITATED! People were irritated…
Also, at the end of “Requiem for a Dream”, I thought the movie went from grim to hilarious! I wouldn’t have been surprised if an anvil had fallen onto Jennifer Connelly’s head, complete with animated stars and tweeting birds.
Apparently not everyone has the same reaction to that movie. 
It was kind of a long time ago, and I never did hear a whole lot of details.
But apparently, when she was pretty young – late teens or early 20s – she was driving by herself through some mountains, probably in Utah. A truck driver was tailgating her in a pretty harassing way. Then he’d pass her, then slow down almost to a crawl. Then she’d pass him, then it would start over again. I guess this went on for an hour or more. She finally had to pull over and calm down.
That’s all I know.
I have an intense and unreasonable hatred of Elizabeth Swan(n?) in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Okay, it’s kind of reasonable. She’s supposed to be this perky! self-confident! self-determined! feminist! free spirit! devoted! Disney heroine, and I want to keelhaul the bitch.
A) She cynically uses her prettiness and the chauvinist ideals of the time to get her way. I’m pleased it doesn’t always work, but she gets through so much shit just by batting her eyes and letting people underestimate her which, okay, I’m kind of on board with, but if she’s going to be a Modern Girl! with Modern Ideals! it is just not okay to pretend to swoon to get attention from boys.
B) The pirate fixation. Seriously? She’s a governor’s daughter in Port Royal. She’s SEEN what pirates do. She’s probably known people whose families have been killed by pirates. She’s probably known merchants whose entire livelihoods have been destroyed by pirates. Going off with Jack Sparrow is the rough equivalent of Chelsea Clinton joining the Crips.
C) She completely uses the one really decent upstanding honorable guy in the series – and no, I’m not talking about the impulsive milquetoast she ends up with. Commodore Norrington is set down as the semi-villain of the first movie, but he’s apparently the only person with a grip in the Caribbean. Pirates aren’t nice, they’re murderous raping thieving bastards – they’re even murderous raping thieving bastards IN THE SERIES, and everyone but him just sort of laughs it off as “Oh, boys will be boys”. But no – he goes out to get Peter Prissypants (okay, okay, Turner) back from the folly he gets into and then gets completely screwed over. In fact, there’s a deleted scene (apparently deleted at Ms. Knightly’s request because it makes her character look like a stone cold bitch) where he actually takes Elizabeth aside and says “Look, about you promising to marry me? I really don’t want that to be because you want me to rescue your friend. That’s my job anyway so I’ll do it. I’m not going to make you marry me to make that happen.” She lies again, assuring him that she really appreciates him and wants to marry him, which makes him the happiest bewigged age-inappropriate sea captain in the tri-archipelago area, only to be manfully disappointed when she dumps him at the end.
She just has no conception of anything outside her skull. She’s Sansa Stark, just without the excuse of being twelve years old.
Yeah, this is not a rational reaction to summer popcorn movies and is about as sensible as complaining about explosion dynamics in Die Hard. Ridiculous, I know. That’s why it’s here.
My elementary school was fond of showing Where the Red Fern Grows every year in an assembly. After the first two showings my Mother got tired of my hours of hysterical bawling that followed the showings and kept me home from school on “movie day” thereafter.
Films that have really hit me in the gut and make me cry for hours:
American Beauty > specifically the opening “bag” scene
Nowhere in Africa
Angela’s Ashes > having read the book several times, I wasn’t expecting much from the film (it was mildly panned). I can’t really make a judgment on the film, because I started sobbing at the opening scene and barely stopped crying throughout (I knew what was coming!)
Babette’s Feast
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Films I’ll never see again, because I don’t have enough tears left:
Sophie’s Choice
Life is Beautiful
Where the Red Fern Grows
Old Yeller
Antonia’s Line
There is a scene in the hokey old movie The Giant Tarantula, circa 1955, where there is mass panic in the streets, & a baby is separated from its mother. Just sitting in the street, bawling, with people running all around it.
When I was a boy, I cried for that baby.