Mobsters with Christian Slater and Patrick Dempsey. It suh-diddily-ucked. On the upside, we didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone when we left, because (although the movie had only been out for two weeks), we were the only people in the theater!
Erendira. Based on a scene in a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (100 Years of Solitude, I think). This was 20 years ago, in college. I went with my then girlfriend (now wife) and her roommate. Spanish, with subtitles. Magic (sur)realism. I had no idea what was happening–except that some crazy woman on screen simply…would…not…die, no matter what the other characters did to her. I couldn’t take it.
Somewhat more recently (5 years ago), the parental units took us and my sister’s family on a Disney cruise. This was during the premier week of the animated Tarzan, so, naturally, they showed it as the main entertainment on one night of the cruise. All was going well until, about 3/4 of the way through, my daughter, then not quite 4 years old, finally realized that the opening scene in the movie implied that Tarzan’s parents had been killed by the leopards. She lost it. Completely. And loudly. We left. Never did see the end of that movie (nor has she–we have many Disney movies on tape or DVD, but no that one). She had a similar reaction to Finding Nemo. I wasn’t with her, but Mom had to take her out (little brother, 5, had no problems, incidentally–he stayed inside with the other family that they went with).
My daughter comes by her sensitive nature honestly. When I was a wee one, my parents had to remove me from Fantasia. I think it was Night on Bald Mountain that did me in.
-Rick
Mrs. Chastain and I rented “The Hulk” and “Wrong Turn” one night. We spent a grand total of one hour between the two movies. Worst. Rentals. EVAR.
However, we also enjoy going to drive-in movies specifically to see the two stupidest movies they’re showing. Honestly, you’d be surprised how much fun bad movies can be at the drive-in.
Once we ended up at the drive-in, and caught the Ultimate Bad Movie Two-Some:
“Freddy Got Fingered,” coupled with “Dude, Where’s My Car?”
Sublime. 
The only one I’ve ever walked out on is He Said, She Said with Kevin Bacon. I was only about 14 at the time, and was with a friend. I was kind of into it, but she wanted to leave, so we did.
I’ve slept through more movies that most would think humanly possible. My husband seems to think that it’s necessary to drag me along to all sorts of crap he knows I don’t like. So I figure I might as well make some good of the time and force myself to fall asleep. I’ve slept through the first two Star Wars episodes, as well as the very first Star Wars movie when it was re-released.
We’ve stopped watching several at home. My husband made me stop watching Gods and Generals because I kept laughing and making jokes about it. He kept watching, but later admitted that he hated it too.
I’ve never walked out of a movie in the theater, but I try to make sure that I know what I am getting into before I go. I did want to walk out of Tomcats but, ya know, the date thing, FTR that was a first and last date. Anybody who liked that movie doesn’t have long term relationship potential with me.
I’ve fallen asleep at a few movies thing like JFK and LOTR. 3 hours is too long for a movie, especially without an intermission.
At home I have turned off Rollerball (the remake). I forced myself to watch the first 20 minutes of what is an entirely unwatchable movie. I also turned off Clear and Present Danger - who knew that Tom Clancy could be so boring. I also turned off 2 Days in the Valley during an early scene set in a cemetary. Everybody I know said that the movie got interesting right after that scene. Too bad, it should have gotten interesting just before that scene.
Ditto here. Only movie I have ever walked out on. The scene where they were playing Space Football, or whatever it was, did it for me. BOO Paul Verhoven! BOO! Although, in reality, I’ve walked out on the vast majority of the movies I’ve seen because I usually have to smoke at least once.
**Final Destination. ** The part with the plane crash was creepy, but the rest was stupid. I kept wondering that if Fate or Death was really out to get them, wouldn’t it be really simple to cause them all to have heart attacks or strokes? Hell, have them all choke the next time they try to eat. Why all the messing around with leaking pipes and such?
I’ve never walked out of a movie due to suckiness. The only one where I even really considered it was “Austin Powers 2. The Spy Who Shagged Me” I was making one of my very rare solo visits to the cinema, and much of it seemed very tiresome and crass, especially with no one to laugh along with. I stuck it out though.
I did once had to rapidly leave a cinema whilst watching “Fargo”- but only because I had to go through up- ate something earlier that did not agree with me. My boyfriend was really enjoying the film and was a bit miffed that he had to take me home.
Also had to be almost carried out of the cinema by my long suffering b.f. when watching “Way of the Gun”. The bit near the end when the guy jumped in the fountain onto loads of shards of broken glass, then proceeds to pull a huge shard out of his arm all on camera had me almost passing out- I have fainted several times in real life when seeing bad injuries involving deep cuts- this was the first time for a fictional injury though. On a related note- about 1 minute of the more gruesome trailer for “The Passion of the Christ” made me realise I should avoid this movie if I don’t want to repeat that dreadful experience.
I nearly walked out of Footloose and Batman, but on both occassions I was with a pal (who’d paid for the tickets - I bought the munchies) and unfortunately they were actually enjoying the films … 
I rented **Xistanz ** (or whatever it’s spelled) and switched off after 5 mins … :mad:
I came thisclose to walking out of Moulin Rouge. My friend and I kept giving each other weird looks. We decided to stick it out, but I still thought it sucked.
But then the music kept getting stuck in my head, and I eventually bought the CD, and listened to it many times, and then saw the film again and liked it much more.
I had to be taken out of a Fred Penner concert when I was very young. For some reason, his opening monologue involved him slamming his fingers in an imaginary car door. Another character started telling him at some length about how his fingernails would turn black and fall off. I did not take that well.
Now that I think about it, what was that guy thinking? It’s a bunch of freakin’ kindergarten kids, don’t do that! Bastard.
I walked out on The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen when Captain Nemo’s submarine, which had been shown to be the size of a modern aircraft carrier, started navigating, underwater and unseen, up the canals of Venice. And it was even worse that the LXG was in Venice for the Carnival, even though this was right after a scene which showed a rain-drenched London with the subtitle “London: July 1899.” Hello? Carnival? Same thing as Mardi Gras? Always in February?
A Clockwork Orange
It wasn’t that it was a bad movie but it was a terrible first date movie.
Peggy Sue Got Married
Until I looked it up just now I didn’t know Francis Ford Copella directed it. Geez…
Manhattan Murder Mystery
I hate late period Woody Allen movies because everyone talks like Woody Allen. It’s like he lost the ability to differentiate character voices or something.
But I liked Shadows and Fog. Go figure.
I do everything possible not to walk out of a movie, which means I’ve sat through some bad, bad stuff. The only ones I’ve ever walked out of, and now I can’t remember why I went to see them in the first place:
Dead Man
Home Alone 2
Batman and Robin*
Chicago
*I’m ashamed to say that I walked out of Batman and Robin the second time I saw the movie. It was truly horrible the first time but I stuck it out, and remembered how awful it was. But I was with some friends one night, everyone was drunk (me more than the others), and they all decided they had to see it and insisted that I go along, despite all my protests. I left about half an hour into it and sat in the lobby trying to sober up.
I wish that I’d walked out of Dancer in the Dark and Boogie Nights, but like an idiot I sat through until the end.
And it’s already been mentioned: Sleepers. I didn’t walk out of this one, I ran. It was a preview screening where Barry Levinson appeared and talked a little about the movie and then was going to be available for Q&A afterwards. I was feeling more and more awful as the movie progressed, but decided I was going to stick it out. Eventually there’s a scene where someone chops the head off a fish in close-up, and that was it – I ran out of the theater and almost made it to the bathroom before throwing up all over my hands. I went into the bathroom and finished throwing up, cleaned up the best I could, and headed back out into the lobby. Of course, Levinson and some other high muckety-mucks had all been standing near the bathroom, chatting to each other, and had seen the whole thing.
It turned out I had food poisoning (and it got even worse after that), but I think it says a lot that it took me at least 30 minutes to realize that it was the food poisoning that was making me feel so bad, and not that horrible “movie.”
Lost in Space
My only walk-out was Lost in Space too. I promised a neighbor that I’d look after their 8 year old grandson for an afternoon and he wanted to see it.
After about 45 minutes HE said, “This is stupid…can we leave?”
Fell asleep watching Matrix Reloaded, walked out of The Majestic.
Never walked out, but Titanic really pushed my limits. My wife was actually muttering “Just die already.” during the final scenes. That movie felt like it was six hours long.
I don’t recall ever walking out of a movie, but I wish that I had walked out of Last Tango in Paris. I stayed because I was with two friends, and found out afterwords that we all hated it and had stayed for the same reason.
I suppose that you could count my refusing to stay in music class in 5th grade while they were showing Little Shop of Horrors. The scene where Seymour was cutting his fingers in order to feed the plant just grossed me out too much to watch the rest, and I insisted that the teacher let me go to the library instead.
Though I sure have wanted to, I have never walked out on a movie that I paid to see. However, I worked at a movie theatre for 6 years, and I did walk out of RoboCop. God was that a gratuitously violent, inane piece of crap.
Final Destination was wretched. That would have been a good candidate for a walk-out if I’d seen it in a theatre instead of a friend’s home. Too bad I had to see it at all, but at least it didn’t cost me $8. I could say all those things about Urban Legends as well.