Okay, first of all, yes, I know I am crazy… but I want to know if this has ever happened to anyone else: Has a good movie ever made you physically ill, or feel sick?
I recently watched a couple of movies that made me physically ill. The first one was Unfaithful. Brilliant, brilliant acting I must say. Diane Lane is a genius. I thought her scene on the way home from her first ‘romp,’ when she goes through the ENTIRE array of colorful, overwhelming emotions was just… uh, well, brilliant. I have this thing where I have to finish a movie once it starts, and I had to stop the movie a couple times to vomit… seriously. The first sex scene she has with, I think his name Adrian Lyne, literally made me sick. Breathtaking has a whole new meaning now. Nyuck nyuck.
THe other one, Your Friends and Neighbors didn’t make me puke, but it did make me angry to the point of exhaustion. I honestly wanted to throw the TV out the window at the end of this movie. Again, great acting, just crazy emotions. The crazy thing is that I know people who love this movie and watch it all the time. Sick bastards. Jokes.
Has this happened to anyone else? Oh, and before you ask, no, I have never had anyone cheat on me.
The movie The Ring made me all but lose my will to live for about 3 days. To me, the movie itself seemed ill, maybe a little sick to its stomach (if movies had stomachs). It’s one of the few movies I like but have very little desire to see again.
I threw up from “The Blair Witch Project”. Not to say that it was a good movie-- quite the opposite. It’s wasn’t an emotional thing, just pure motion sickness. I was in a big theater and my (now) ex-husband’s friends, who had bought the tickets, were late. So we ended up in the very front row. Hurl-o-rama. I wasn’t the only one, either.
The Young Poisoner’s Handbook, a very well-made movie but it made me physically sick to watch it. I almost had to walk out of the theatre- and I’m one of those people who doesn’t walk out of movies.
I found this movie very disturbing too, especially the scene where
the young poisoner comforts his dying mother (who he’s slowly murdering, of course). He bends over to hug her and her hospital gown falls open and we see the pale skin on her back - there’s something so intimate about that scene that it still gives me the creeps five years after I’ve seen the movie.
I know it’s supposed to be a black comedy…but it’s a little too black, even for my tastes.
In highschool we watched the Accused at a sleepover and I got up and barfed but I probably could have held it in if I hadn’t been drinking beer and eating junk food. I wasn’t only bothered by the rape scene but the fact that my girlfriends just talked though it as if it weren’t even upsetting. I wasn’t drunk but I got so upset that I barfed.
I almost had to leave Monster after the rape because I felt really sick but again I probably would have been physically okay if I hadn’t eaten swedish berries. I think the people beside me must have thought I was a jerk because I was sucking on a cherry icee through this whole traumatic scene but I was really biting the straw and grinding my teeth because I was very upset and felt I might barf if I moved. I need to learn to say no to the snack bar sometimes when I know a movie will be hard on the emotions.
I have to agree that Unfaithful gave me a lot of physical tension in the sex scene. It was very realistic for the situation I guess. It wasn’t a good feeling and when I think of that movie I think of that scene and it doesn’t feel good.
*Rob Roy * - Not the rape scene, but the scene where Liam Neeson is hiding in the rotton cow carcus. I got sick in the theater and I’ve never been able to see this movie again.
Judith Thompson’s Lion in the Streets has a moment that is so psychologically twisted that I became physically ill.
In a nutshell, both a husband and wife have been emotionally destroyed by her rape that happened in the unspecified past. They are so messed up that he demands that she recounts every tiny detail (like he blames her and needs to know where she went wrong, he hates her for being the victim) – in so doing she relives it. But he gets no satisfaction from hearing it again and again because as she describes it, it just wrecks him again. Yet they are sort of trapped in this abusively, sick pattern. The scene was too intense and I got sick just reading it.
I’ve since become accustomed to her writing style, so I know that with her plays there will be a point that freaks me out too much. So if I read or watch one of her plays, I know I’ll have to brace myself at some point. (My friend started hyperventhilating at a performace ofThompson’s play The Crackwalker.)
Unfaithful did not make me sick, but I just cried through the whole damn thing! And this is huge for me as I NEVER cry… I couldn’t believe the effect this movie had on me…
The buried-alive scene in *Casino * made me want to vomit and it troubled me for weeks! My sister also threw up from motion sickness by watching Blair Witch (right into the popcorn bucket–ick).
Ditto. It’s especially nauseating since it’s based off a real life incident. Joe Pesci’s character was based off of the Las Vegas mobster Anthony “the Ant” Spilotro, and the bodies of Spilotro and his brother were found buried in a cornfield in Indiana.
I would have been violently ill the whole time if I hadn’t kept fast-forwarding both Quills and The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (did I remember that title correctly?). I couldn’t actually say that either of them was good.
I nearly launched my lunch just watching the Internet trailer for The Passion of the Christ, so there’s no way I’m going to see it.
I wouldn’t claim it’s a good movie, but I saw Van Wilder because I adore Ryan Reynolds. The “eclair scene”, after they showed how they were made, nearly made me throw up. That’s only scene I can think of that turned my stomach.