The only movie I walked out of was the Porno^H^H^H^H^HPiano. About where Sam Neill chops off Holly Hunter’s fingers with a hatchet because she dared escape from the house he locked her up in.
I mean, fer crying out loud, that’s how her character speaks! The whole movie was utterly and completely depressing up to that point, whereupon it became sadistic and mean (and not in a good way).
The only good thing to come from that movie is Anna Paquin’s performance. She easily won that Oscar.
My husband and I walked out of Van Helsing. We made it through more of the movie than I would have liked because it was his birthday and he picked the movie. I almost wept with relief when he asked if we could leave.
I also walked out of Ghost Ship. The initial mass death scene was cool and went WAY downhill from there.
Some years back I walked out of Matilda (with my kids).
I guess I did not appreciate the satire - just seemed incredibly mean.
We were the only ones to leave out of a theater full of families, so I guess I’m the wierdo.
When I was a kid, my ps took the whole family to see a nature film at the Chicago Historical Society. Sat in the front row. Walked out after the one guy had his eyes pecked out. Oh yeah - the “nature” film was The Birds.
If I tell you, you’re just going to wonder why I walked *into * the movie in the first place. What can I say? I was 16 and Madonna was cool. So I went. But left pretty fast, looking around to make sure no one saw me, of course. This was the movie – does anyone even remember it?
Somehow, somewhere, I’d been given the impression that** The Butterfly Effect ** would be an interesting and intelligent time travel-paradox movie. I walked out right around the point where the dog is about to be burned alive a second time. “Here, tubby kid! Hold this club of jagged, rusty metal while we confront your high-school tormentor. Surely this will end well!”
I finally bailed on **Saw II ** after the third or fourth time I said to myself, “If this movie gets one single bit dumber, I’m out of here.” Which is to say, about ten minutes in. “Ahh, welcome, gentlemen… allow me to introduce myself. I’m Gary Busey impersonating Dennis Hopper as the Joker.”
Bowling for Columbine: it may have been an excellent movie for all I know; I walked out on this one for purely personal reasons.
The Phantom Menace: “Hmmm… ah, interesting. Interesting. No, that character isn’t going away, is he? Curious indeed. Evidently Lucas hates his fans. Fascinating… so much rage inside the man. I had no idea. Well… message recieved, then. I’d like my money back now, please.”
I walked out of Blair Witch. Never again will I spend money on a movie that employs live seals as camera operators.
Same one for me and my friend. Got to the point where they were taking the ship underwater through the caves dodging giant fish.
Went to the lobby to discuss “well, that is a piece of crap. What should we do now?” Ended up playing some video games then went back in to watch the last hour.
Only one. Woody Allen’s Alice. Didn’t compute.
This is the only movie I’ve ever walked out of! It was a combination of A. the movie wasn’t really up my alley to begin with, and B. I was on a terrible date with a guy who turned out to be a Grade A jerk. I was going to say that he implied, but in reality he came right out and verbalized that “if you don’t like this movie, you have very plebeian taste.” I mean cripes, I’d have had to walk out of any movie at that point, right? Okay I’ll just drag my knuckles right out to the lobby, thanks!
Oh, I was also C. ill, but the guy insisted we go out to the movies as planned anyway, so that probably didn’t help.
Even without all that, I didn’t like what I had seen of that film.
Ha! This is one of my all-time favorites. 
I was this close to walking out on Men of Honor, it was so insultingly stupid. I stayed because I was with a group of friends and didn’t want to cause a scene.
I don’t recall ever walking out of a movie, but I came damn close to doing so during The Minority Report. I’m not a big Tom Cruise fan anyway, and that movie just got sillier and sillier as it went on.
When it got to the eyeball swapping scence, I almost bailed, but didn’t. Now I’m sorry I didn’t – that’s some of my life I’ll never get back.
I walked out of Star Trek: Insurrection. It was a free showing, the tiny theater wasn’t all that comfortable, and about 10 minutes into the movie I realized I had already tuned it out completely. I figured there was better things to do with my time.
I walked out of Home Alone. I found it very offensive. It was real violence - not “cartoon” - in a film made for and marketed to children.
The funniest walkout I’ve ever seen was from “Kill Bill Vol. 1”. We saw it at the end of its run, so there were only about four couples in the theater. With about fifteen minutes remaining in the film, one of the couples walked out. I guess that the first 142 incredibly violent and gory deaths were acceptable, but the 143rd really got under their skin. My wife and I didn’t like the film, and didn’t see Volume 2, but didn’t feel an urge to walk out.
Sua
I walked out of four, and should have left a fifth (does sleeping through it in the theater count?).
The four were:
My Dinner with Andre: Gawd, what a boring movie! They were showing it at our college (this was back in the 80s) and a friend convinced me to go. About halfway through I was so bored that I left and went downstairs to play video games until it was over.
The Hunger: I don’t remember much about it, except that it was a horror movie and very gory. Another college movie. I didn’t feel compelled to get grossed out for a dollar, so I left.
Beyond the Mat: The wrestling movie. That was the most depressing movie I’ve ever seen in my life. I lasted through most of it, but when they got near the end and Mick Foley was wrestling all covered in blood while his little daughter (I think she was about 3 or so) became increasingly distraught in the audience, I told the spouse I couldn’t take it anymore and waited for him in the lobby. I’m not exactly sure why I thought this film was such a downer, but I did.
Poltergeist 3: I loved Poltergeist 1. Can’t remember if I saw 2, but 3 was far too gory for me. This time the spouse and I both walked out.
The one I should have left was **Bullwinkle ** (the live action one). What a snoozer. About halfway through the movie I stretched out across three seats in the near-empty theater and went to sleep. The spouse didn’t like the movie either, but he wanted to stick it out to the end. I think I got a better deal (and he agreed).
Oh, I completely forgot. For my 5th birthday, my parents took my little group to go see a Disney flick. I cannot remember the name, but it was a combined live action/animation flick in which a depressed man decides to turn himself into a fish, then eventually helps the U.S. Navy hunt German U-boats.
I was just learning to swim at that time, and absolutely loved the water, and the idea that you might turn into a fish if you jump into the water scared the bejeezus out of me. I made the whole birthday party leave.
Sua
The Incredible Mr. Limpet, starring the incomparable Don Knotts. Funny; I also saw this movie at about that age, and I thought the idea of spontaneous piscification was just about the coolest thing ever. I seem to recall spending a lot of time at the kiddie pool after that, waiting to become animated.
The only one I’ve walked out on was Ishtar. I scoffed at the critics’ pans. It’s an espionage farce set in the Middle East, written and directed by Elaine May, and it stars Warren Beatty and Dustin Hoffman; how bad can it be?
Plenty.
You are my friend now.
I’ve only left two.
“Fahrenheit 9/11” sucked so bad that it would have put a Hoover Shopvac to shame.
However, the other movie I really liked and wanted to watch. But the handheld shaky-cam in “Saving Private Ryan” made me so motion sick that I had to miss the last 30 minutes.
That’s mine, too. I had no idea we were going to see it. We had actually gone to see Quadrophenia, which was okay, but my girlfriend then informed me that she wanted to stay for the midnight show, which was Pink Flamingos. She seemed to think the gross-out stuff was funny, but I was sitting there getting increasingly irritated and thinking “Who needs this shit?” until she relented and we walked out. She still complained that she didn’t get to see Divine “eat doo-doo.”