I got chewed out here once for asking a question about some random guy dressed as Spider-Man in a scene from “The Italian Job”. It was a quick blink-and-you-miss-it thing that had absolutely no bearing at all on the plot of the movie, but boy did I get reamed for even mentioning it because someone hadn’t seen the movie yet. :rolleyes:
I was in England the fall of 1999 and in a Hitchcock seminar, we were talking about Vertigo and how the opening sequence relates to Ambrose Bierce’s “The Occurrence of Owl Creek Bridge” as a possible interpretation (in that Scotty dies on that rooftop and everything after that is pre-death nightmare fever dream), when I said that this meme had been re-emerging in films recently, most obviously in The Sixth Sense.
Except that the Shyamalan film hadn’t opened in England yet! :eek: :smack: :smack: :o It wasn’t slated for release in the UK for another couple of months, and while I furiously tried to backpedal (and hope that big box office figures hadn’t adequately crossed the pond), I knew that I’d probably planted a seed for a host of disappointments among a whole roomful of Brits that day. 
I remember an odd case of spoilage from a couple of years ago.
I was going to see a movie (Fred Claus, I think) and a couple of girls were outside of the theatre handing out fake newspapers. The papers were from Gotham City, and had headlines about the Joker causing chaos and whatnot. So I talked to the girls a little, and it turns out that they were promoting the next Batman movie. I asked who was going to play Batman. They replied “Oh, the studio’s not saying. They’re keeping it very hush hush. We don’t even know!”
So I turned to page 3 of the paper, then asked the girls “Isn’t that a picture of Christian Bale right there?”
There was soooooo much pre-publicity about the Crying Game it wasn’t funny. No one spilled the beans but I ruined it for myself. I caught on very early on and kept saying to myself during the entire movie, “no that can’t be IT.” Of course, it was…
I can’t go to the movies with anyone else. 99% of the time I guess the punchline… I don’t tell who I’m with so as to not ruin it but if I even just breath differently (for instance, a little intake of breath), one of my friends knows that I “know” and it ruins it for him even if he doesn’t catch on to what I’ve intuitively sensed what will happen. He can’t understand why I am trying to figure it out. Why I just can’t enjoy the movie. I can’t help it; it’s the way I think. Maybe it’s a female thing. I don’t know…
I so wanted to spoil The Crying Game for my roommate back in the day, but what with all his, “Oh my god, she’s gorgeous, I’m in love with her, I want to fuck her bad” going on … it was just far more evil not to.
You mean you didn’t cath on that
he was wearing the same clothes for the entire movie and that no one was speaking directly to him?
By half that measure so was Johnny Cash.
Nope. Movies, books, anything–I don’t particularly care. It’s the telling of the story I like, not the actual plot points.
Touche! 
My sympathies. It’s even worse when it’s your mother, actually, because you can’t really de-friend family the way you can mere acquaintances.
Well, technically you could, but then you’d have to deal with the epic guilt trip that’s sure to follow.
But if I unfriended her, I could at least be spared the “Waahhhh, it’s cold in Florida!” posts from her.
No I had not.Never even heard of it, til he rented it for us.If I had had seen the trailer it wouldn’t have been spoiled for me by him.