Schindler’s List nearly destroyed me. Saw it once, never again.
I loved the movie “Terms Of Endearment” but can’t watch it because of the scene where Teddy is saying goodbye to Emma as she lay dying in the hospital Christ that’s hard to watch.
Chrystal is a hard one to watch too.
Also, I guess any movie about suicide, drug addiction, or people wasting away from Cancer or AIDS always rip my heart out.
An early, little seen Alan Bates movie A Day in the Death of Joe Egg is the first movie I can recall that made me feel ashamed for laughing. The whole thing swings from hilarious to suicidal minute by minute. One of the most agonizing things I have ever seen and then only once late at night on TV. I think in all the times I have mentioned it only one other person has seen it.
I don’t think it is available on DVD or even VCR - a 1972 job that fell through the cracks.
Oops! upon further review it was directed by Sam Raimi and written by Scott B. Smith. I’m sure my fellow Dopers who have seen the movie can understand my confusion.
I have to go along with Requiem for a Dream. And even though I’m a recovered (or recoveringif you prefer)addict I don’t know that the reason it’s so hard to watch has that much to do with relating their experiences to my own. It’s just so damn dark and gritty and there’s that palpable sense of impending doom. So many times I wanted to look away from the screen and I just couldn’t. I think it’s the only film that actually caused a physical reaction in me. Seriously, I felt nauseated and numb at the same time and just . . . heavy.
I went to see it with a couple of my friends in the theater. Halfway through, they both walked out, saying they hated it. I thought it was an excellent movie, and was pretty irritated with them, although in retrospect that was silly (the irritation, not my opinion of the movie).
Myself, I walked out about twenty minutes into The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover. In high school my girlfriend and I spent a lot of time sneaking around her psychotic and abusive parents, and it wasn’t actually as much fun as it might sound like. The theme of lovers sneaking around psychos is too much for me to take.
Wow, most of the movies listed here wouldn’t even rate a blip on my “hard to watch” scale. Either you all is a buncha wimps or I just watch too many damn movies!
That said, the only one mentioned that bothered me was Irreversible with its rather gruesome (and extended) head-crushing scene. Ugh.
Probably couldn’t sit through Armageddon again (once was enough). Manipulative, pandering garbage. Blockbusters don’t come any worse.
I can’t watch any kind of war movies. I get really upset while I’m watching them, and then I have nightmares for weeks. It started with *Platoon * when I was in college, I walked out on Casualties of War, and I never even tried to watch Saving Private Ryan.
Historical movies that depict gross injustices get to me, too. For example, I wept my way through Dances With Wolves (and continued for some time after leaving the theater), and haven’t watched it again. That movie made it impossible for me to enjoy Disney’s Pocahontas.
As a result, I tend to watch a lot of stupid rom-coms. That’s OK with me. At least I can sleep at night.
Oddly enough, two Haley Joel Osment movies. I know many people hate “A.I.,” but I found several scenes almost unwatchably moving and sad. You know the ones. Likewise “The Sixth Sense,” when you sense how truly alone his character is, and consider what kind of awful life he has ahead of him, even with his mother’s love.
And “Life is Beautiful.” Roberto Benigni’s charm wore pretty thin around Oscar time, but I found the movie very powerful and moving… and have never been able to bring myself to watch it again.
Trainspotting was the drug abuse movie I could barely take watching. Fine movie, but truly ugly and haunting.
On a personal level, there is a scene in 28 Days (the Sandra Bullock alcoholism movie) which broke my heart when I saw it and still makes me cry to this day, and since it is not really a “spoiler”, I will just mention it. At one point Sandra’s character is having flashbacks about her mother who was drunk all day long and allowed her two little daughters to just fend for themselves while she was passed out in the bedroom…the scene of the two little girls, one blonde and one brunette, running around the overturned coffee table in the messy living room while Mom is passed out cold in the other room was simply too similar to my life at home with my sister and my own alcoholic mother. VERY unnerving. Can’t do that one again at all.
I’ve never been able to watch more than 10 minutes of Grave of the Fireflies without sobbing uncontrollably and having to turn it off. The two kids remind me too much of my own children.