I haven’t ever walked out on a movie in the theater, although I very much wanted to do so for Hulk, Underworld, and Matrix: Revolutions.
I sat through Eyes Wide Shut for the first time the other day and dearly wished that it was in a theater just so I could have had the pleasure of walking out of that piece of garbage. Come to think of it, I would have walked out of The Shining if the entire theater hadn’t been laughing at it and thus making it bearable. For that matter, I wouldn’t have sat through Clockwork Orange except so many people like it I thought I’d find something that interested me by the time it finished.
I listed the four that I had actually walked out on – after reading some other resonses I can add two which I had walked out of
AI - the worst film ever made EVER - we were with my mother-in-law at the time and she apparently liked it – **WORST MOVIE EVER ** - everything about it was wrong
Powder - I was on a date and couldn’t leave because she seemed to like it - I laughed out loud at the emotional climax in which powder gets vaporized or something
Pink Flamingos is the only movie I can remember walking out on. Didn’t even know I was going to see it. The GF and I had gone to see Quadrophenia, I think it was, and she announced that she wanted to stay for the midnight movie. After we split halfway through, she lamented that she hadn’t gotten to see Divine “eat doo-doo.”
Thank you. I could not get through more than ten minutes before I shut it off (I had rented it to see what all the fuss was about).
Another one I shut off (we do a lot of tape watching in my house) was this dreck called the Whales of August. For the first four hours (of nothing but old people talking and occasional loooooong shots of the countryside with no one talking), my mother (whose idea renting the stupid thing was) would not let me shut it off. Then she got up, did dishes (and repainted the dining room for all I know–she was gone for a long time), leaving me, alone, with the Worst Movie Ever Made (12 hours and longer catagory). When she came back I finally convinced her to turn the damn thing off. I teased her and called it the old people’s Seinfeld–nothing happened. At least Seinfeld was interesting once in a while.