In the Company of Men. That movie was gutwrenching, and I was pissed at every male within 20 feet for a week. I can’t believe some video stores stock it in the comedy section.
Breaking the Waves is a wonderful movie, but it’s the emotional equivalent of being hit by a mack truck. I was reduced to a blubbering blob by the end. Interesting story, powerful acting, and I would recommend it to anyone else, but I wouldn’t ever watch it again.
American Beauty. I didn’t want to see it twice but my housemates had it on the other day and I joined. I remembered why I didn’t want to see it twice. I liked it the first time but there’s absolutely no subtlety in it at all. All I could do the second time was play MST3K in my head.
Life is Beautiful. I enjoyed it greatly, so much so that I bought the video when it was released, but I haven’t been able to watch it, and it’s been like 2 years already. It’s just really hard to psych yourself up to watch such a sad movie.
There are very few films I ever watch more than once:
Casablanca
Wizard Of Oz
Gone With The Wind
Citizen Kane
Cabaret
and a few others I flip through on cable and wind up watching.
But for the most part, I can really like a film a lot, and yet have no desire whatsoever to see it again. I mean, how often could you sit through Shindler’s List or Saving Private Ryan? They were good films, but I think once was ample.
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life. I am normally a square, taciturn, American Gothic-like person, but MARY made me laugh until I was literally in pain.
Problem was, every time I laughed I HATED myself. For this reason alone, I don’t think I can bring myself to see it again.
“The Naked Lunch”. Utter, absolute, fearless dedication went into every moment of that film. From the script to the sets to the characters to the art direction to the performances, there is not one single thing to criticize in the entire movie. I have the conviction that “The Naked Lunch” represents the purest form of love for a subject that you will ever see in cinema. And I hope I never have to see another single stinkin’ frame of it ever again.
I loved Oh Brother Where Art Thou the first time, but find I’m unable to watch even a few minutes of it a second time.
I remember being devastated by A Man for All Seasons, and I would not willingly watch it again. I saw this movie while in college and remember my film major friend saying afterwards, “A great movie should be so cathartic that people commit suicide after seeing it”.