I walked out of My Dinner With Andre. Not because I didn’t like it, but because I was in unbearable pain from an abcessed tooth.
It was highly frustrating, because if there ever was a film that demands your full, undivided concentration, that is it. And I could tell I would have enjoyed it if I had been able to concentrate, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t have followed the dialogue in From Justin to Kelly: the pain was that bad.
But to treat myself, I rented MDWA while I was recovering from the oral surgery. And I enjoyed it, though I wonder how much of my enjoyment was due to being codeined out. Someday I’ll check it out again when I’m not impaired by anything.
Wife and I walked out of Patch Adams. And then a friend of mine told me there was one of those big courtroom scenes where they explain the theme and I was very happy we didn’t stay.
Fell asleep during Gosford Park.
Should have walked out of A.I. But I kept thinking it MUST get better.
I wish I walked in during Titanic because I couldn’t stand it till the ship went down.
My dad told me he walked out of A Clockwork Orange. Kubrick can be very polarizing (I think we’ve seen at least 3 of his films here – including AI – and I’m sure some people walked out of 2001).
Four films: Funny Farm - just terrible Interview with the Vampire - stupid, unless you are attracted to Pitt and Cruise Mighty Joe Young - if I wanted to see people beat a monkey for 2 hours then I would have gone to the local peep show Scary Movie - I like spoof films and had high hopes but this was apparently written by fifth graders
Two movies that I’ve seen the beginning, but not the end of, and have no desire to find out what happened:
Tin Cup. Note to self: never watch a Kevin Costner movie made after 1993 or so. Rented this movie and started fast-forwarding about half an hour in. Just incredibly boring.
There’s Something About Mary. I knew I would hate it, but my then-GF dragged me along anyways. I almost left pretty early on, during the zipper scene; I wish I had, since it would have saved me from the “hair gel” scene later on (which was when I actually did leave.)
Same, Risha. I went to Little Shop of Horrors while in high school with a bunch of my friends- stupid stupid stupid. Lately my wife and I have been renting because we have 2 very young kids and it’s hard to get away, but we both agreed to turn off Charlie’s Angels after about 30 minutes. Was a shame too, because I was enjoying watching Cameron Diaz, but the thing was completely mindless.
My wife made me sit thru that whole freaking thing. Yikes.
I haven’t walked out of a film since high school (The Mechanic, with Charles Bronson), but I tune out of about 30% of the DVDs we rent. I read a book or something, and my wife either agrees with me and turns it off, or watches the whole thing and then complains about wasting her time.
Oh, I thought of another one. Didn’t walk OUT of it, as it was playing at the drive-in, but after the first 15 minutes of What’s Up Tiger Lily I sat in the backseat with the light on and read Rosemary’s Baby, which I found quite engrossing.
Never walked out of a movie at the cinema as far as I can remember. (On the other hand, I stop watching or tune out of videos and TV movies all the time).
The one I really should have given up on was Bruce Almighty. I went to see it because I rate The Truman Show very highly, but it was nothing like that. There were a few funny moments in the first half hour or so, but the entire second half of the film is pure sentimental dreck.
I wanted to leave Clerks when I was at a friends house watching it, but that was primarily because the volume was turned so low I could barely hear the dialogue–It’s not a very visual film!
Just last night I walked out of Robert Bresson’s Au Hasard Balthasar (1966). I’d never seen any Bresson and was looking forward to this classic.
Bored me to tears. Mind you, I normally like my movies tortuously slow and quiet: I’m patient enough to have enjoyed a couple of Ming-liang Tsai’s movies (Vive l’amour and The Hole), and my favorite director is Kiarostami. But this Bresson thing with the donkey (Balthasar, il est un âne) put me right to sleep. So I left the theatre, got on a bus, and made it to the multiplex just in time for the wonderful Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Forgot about Rollerball. I had had a bad headache, but (former)Roommate wanted to see it. By the start of the movie, my head was screaming, so we ended up leaving. From what I saw of it later, I’m glad I did. Wasn’t worth it the second time around.
I did not walk out of The Color Purple only because I was in the middle seat of a long, full row, and I would’ve had to disturb about 20 people to leave. Plus, I kept thinking that the movie would end eventually – but it went on and on and on. What a manipulative piece of man-hating crap.
Thanks, Dil, for bringing up Bullworth. I had managed to purge that excruciating excrement from my mind.