NYC, gaggle of early-teen girls down in front across the aisle from me. William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Climactic scene close to the end:
WAKE UP!!!
NO, DON’T DO IT!!
Gah. Someone had said something to the management about the girls’ constant chatter and they didn’t have the balls to do shit about it.
The Matador was the worsts movie experience. For whatever reason, my friend and I were excited about going to see it but it was a complete disappointment. So boring I we were both coming in and out of sleep but we never told each other that we wanted to leave because we both knew the other was excited about the movie. At the end of the movie I said “worst movie ever, I was contemplating telling you that we should leave since the half an hour mark” and he replied “me too.”
There was a fire alarm during Iron Man, but that wasn’t the bad time.
The Bad Time was when my friends and I went to “We Were Soldiers.” A family sat in front of us but it was only the parents and grandparents. The kids/grandkids kept coming in and out of the theater to get stuff from/tell stuff to the rest of the family. And that particular theater had the doors on the side opening directly onto the lobby. So there was bright light every time the little bastards came and went. But the part that pissed me off no end was near the end of the flick. There is the single most dramatic part of the story when the good guys are about to all get gunned down and then…
Granddad stands up in front of me and waves both his arms to get the little bastards attention.
And we were deep, deep into the movie at that point. So it was like a bucket of cold water.
bwahahaha
One time about 15 years ago they played Porklips\\\apocalypse Now on some channel, and with all the freaking commercials it went on about as long as the original vietman war … I had always wanted to see it, but never managed to, so we taped it but because we were poor, it ended up being scattered on 3 or 4 different tapes. Somehow they got shuffled, and out of order.
Well, I watched it in bits and pieces, I kept falling asleep … so I would fast forward to where I remember dozing off and starting again. I thought the movie sucked, and was totally incoherent, then a friend looked at the tapes and determined that it was totally whacked and out of order. SO, we watched it on DVD.
I thought it made more sense when seen out of order. I still had issues staying awake and I have absolutely no idea why people seem to worship the fucking thing. There are a few decent scenes like the helicopter flight to Wagner and the arrow attack on the RPB but in general it was a waste of celluloid.
I once provided some people their worst movie experience. I was an usher, and I was shutting down the projectors as the movies finished. Two houses were showing the third Indiana Jones movie, which was done using one print and running it from one projector to another.
So it finished in one house, and I shut down that projector. I didn’t realize that it would also power down the other projector, right as Indy is about to follow the word of god.
Oops.
Otherwise, my own experiences were fairly trivial, except for inadvertently seeing Alice, Sweet Alice (a horror film with Brooke Shields) when I was a little kid.
And seeing Yahoo Serious in Young Einstein when I wasn’t.
My brother went to see The Return of the King and was seated behind a gaggle of teenage girls who gabbed throughout the film and then squealed like groupies every time Orlando Bloom appeared on screen.
I went to see Borat with my parents. They pretended to be asleep somewhere around the time the ass-eating part started.
My worst experience was probably seeing Rent. A friend of my wife’s was in from out of town and we all went to dinner then to the movie.
Oh my gods. I think that may have been the worst musical ever. Lots of people told me the stage version was better, but the only difference between the stage and film version is that the film cut out about 20 minutes. I can’t imagine how ADDING 20 minutes to a steaming dog turd could make it better, unless those were the 20 minutes with character development and plot advancement.
Anyway, I’m sitting there simply hating this thing after the first 20 minutes or so, but I didn’t want to bitch to my wife or make a bad impression on her friend; so I suffered in silence. After the lights came up the three of us just sat there in stunned silence.
My wife’s friend said, “That wasn’t just like watching an abortion. That was like watching an abortion and then getting a placenta cocktail afterward.”
Turns out we’d all hated it but none of us said anything in case the other two were enjoying it. We all would have much rather found a quiet bar and talked over a bottle of wine.
In high school, I was the first of my group of friends to have a car, so I ended up seeing a lot of bad movies in a chauffeur capacity. One night, two of my fellow single friends couldn’t show up, and, not wanting to bow out of the plans at the last second, I ended up being an uneasy third wheel as my indiscreet friend and his girlfriend spent 90 minutes playing tonsil hockey.
To add insult to injury, the movie was **Aeon Flux. **:smack:
I guess the worst was when I made the mistake of letting my friends talk me into watching the Ice-T vehicle Surviving the Game. During the movie, two groups of friends who were sitting on opposite sides of the theater proceeded to constantly “shout out” to each other. The movie sucked, but my sensibilities were offended and I finally told them to shut up.
They got very offended and made threats of bodily harm which I did not take seriously, given that there were four of us, all males, all young, all trained in martial arts and two of us armed.
Still, it definitely qualifies as worst, right before the time I was watching Hook and they ran the reels in the wrong order before the film broke.
That is Wall-E.
The director’s cut.
I wanted to drown him about the 30th time he cried “EvE.” Seriously though, if that incident had happened in the US there would have been a lawsuit for all the traumatized kiddies.
I was a little kid, and went to see a movie with my older brother and his friend. The movie was “It Came From Outer Space.” At some point during the movie I had to pee. I wasn’t allowed to go to the restroom myself, and my brother was too engrossed in the movie to take me. So something scary happened on the screen, and I peed in my pants. I had to sit there with wet pants through the entire remainder of the movie, and on the way home.
When I was eighteen I was hanging at my favorite burger joint in my hometown when this gorgeous guy walks in. I’m drooling but I don’t have the nerve to go talk to him. I mention how cute he is to a high school friend working at the place and she actually knows him! And introduces me! Oh my God I love her!
So, the guy(Sam, we’ll call him) and I chat for a bit and he asks me out for the following Friday or Saturday, can’t remember which. He wants to take me to a movie and I am so blinded by his beauty that I don’t care that said movie is MeatballsYes, the Bill Murray vehicle. I sit through this dreck while he laughs hysterically. That’s okay, though, anybody this good looking has to be a bit dim, right? I figured the night would be saved when we got in his car and went to neck somewhere dark and private.
Afetr the movie we get a bite to eat, and he tells me all about how he wants to be a pilot. In fact, he told me that in the burger joint, and again on the way to the movie and again in the lobby of the theater. He asked if I wanted to drive to the airport so we could watch planes take off. Well, of course I did, I knew what he was after and I was more than willing.
We get to the airport and we…watch…planes taking off. Yeah, that’s it. I mean, that’s it. Then he takes me home.
Sorry, that’s the only bad movie experience I can think of.
Dungeons and Dragons.
I could end the post right there and people would understand, but in this case there is more.
The cinema was being remodelled, so next door there were builders hammering and sawing throughout the film. They managed to cause some dust to set off the fire alarms, so we were all evacuated. Then when we all filed back in, the projectionist had been playing ads during the pause, and when they restarted the film they forgot to turn the ads off, so for the next twenty minutes there was a double-image on the screen.
I left, demanded my money back, and to this day have never seen the rest of the film. Which is no big deal, because the fifteen minutes of it I had seen that was uninterrupted, was fucking horrendous.
Two bad experiences.
When I was five, I went to see The Godfather 3 with my parents, and I was dissappointed that there were no horses heads in anyone’s bed.
This summer, I watched The Happening. The best part? I couldn’t remember the title, and kept calling it The Event.
I would seriously pay money for that.
I am not sure what was my worst movie-going experience ever, but I have two bad experiences that stand out:
Scary Movie, 2000. Everything the Wayans brothers touch turn into absolute crap, but I didn’t know that then. But it wasn’t just that the movie was horrible, the audience in the theater, all tasteless teenagers, loved it and made a ruckus for any stupid joke. Jokes related to body fluids made them shout in glee and applaud. What made it worse was that two teenage girls were seriously frightened everytime the movie the cheap scare-thing from the Scream movies. :smack:
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, 2008. I didn’t like this movie either, though at least it wasn’t Scary Movie. However, there was this kid sitting to my right who really… I don’t know,* he studied my face*. He was really staring. I would watch the movie for a while, then catch something in the corner of my eye, look to my right and – gah! Staring kid! I tried to outstare him a couple of times, but to no avail.
Maybe he was wall-eyed and turning his head was the only way he could watch the movie.
The Stunt Man. A great film, but they played the reels out of order. I realize that when on character said something that he didn’t know until later when he was told it.
I was able to move the reels around in my mind to realize what the film was really about, but I’m sure it hurt it.
Oddly, when I saw it again, the film stopped where the reels were misused, as though someone had realized the problem and fixed it.
When I was a little kid, my parents took me to a drive-in movie: The Naked Prey. My mom excitedly told me “It’s all about chasing animals in the jungle!”, as she knew I loved animals. My dad said, “No, it’s about chasing a man in the jungle.” I see at imdb that it’s dated 1966; I was ten years old.
If you’ve ever seen the movie, you’ll know it’s full of gruesome and inventive torture scenes, as an African tribe torments some great white hunters and then sets one free to amuse them by being their “prey” for a chase through the jungle. It’s rather upsetting to watch even by today’s standards.
I ended up hiding my face down behind the driver’s seat, and by the end of the night, I felt sickened enough to vomit up all the popcorn I had eaten all over the back seat.