Two for me, mostly because there was something happening that I just didn't want to see.
Marley and Me. OK, It was annoying, to me, that Owen Wilson didn't know anything about a dog and didn't seem to want to learn. Marley was supposed to be a "bad dog" for doing doggie things, chasing and barking and such. You have to teach him, I thought. He's a golden retriever, for Christ's sake--a breed designed to learn, to please. But this was standard movie stupidness; it wasn't what made me leave.
It was when the dog was at the vets and was dying. I just didn't want to watch, and so went to the bathroom, stepped outside and smoked a cigarette, milled around the lobby for a bit, and then went back in, maybe ten minutes later. And the dog was still dying! I turned and walked out.
Mommie Dearest. Listen, I have nothing against watching unpleasant things, shitty human behaviour and such (I was riveted by Schindler's List, for Christ's sake), but I wasn't sure I was into, at that moment, child abuse. So when Joan Crawford opened that closet door, turned like an ax murderer and cried: "Wire hangers?" And then set out, waving one, looking for the kids? No, I thought. Just no.
I heard, by the way, that Mommie Dearest had become, for a bit, a midnight movie thing, where a campy crowd would, in Rocky Horror Picture Show style, bring wire hangers into the theater, and then, at that moment, pull them out and run around and whack each other in the ass. That I would have enjoyed, lol. Anyway
Marley and Me. OK, It was annoying, to me, that Owen Wilson didn't know anything about a dog and didn't seem to want to learn. Marley was supposed to be a "bad dog" for doing doggie things, chasing and barking and such. You have to teach him, I thought. He's a golden retriever, for Christ's sake--a breed designed to learn, to please. But this was standard movie stupidness; it wasn't what made me leave.
It was when the dog was at the vets and was dying. I just didn't want to watch, and so went to the bathroom, stepped outside and smoked a cigarette, milled around the lobby for a bit, and then went back in, maybe ten minutes later. And the dog was still dying! I turned and walked out.
Mommie Dearest. Listen, I have nothing against watching unpleasant things, shitty human behaviour and such (I was riveted by Schindler's List, for Christ's sake), but I wasn't sure I was into, at that moment, child abuse. So when Joan Crawford opened that closet door, turned like an ax murderer and cried: "Wire hangers?" And then set out, waving one, looking for the kids? No, I thought. Just no.
I heard, by the way, that Mommie Dearest had become, for a bit, a midnight movie thing, where a campy crowd would, in Rocky Horror Picture Show style, bring wire hangers into the theater, and then, at that moment, pull them out and run around and whack each other in the ass. That I would have enjoyed, lol. Anyway

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