For the first time in my life, I walked out of a movie. Usually, I'm pretty discerning about the movies I watch. I check the Rotten Tomatoes meter, I check the content, I listen to what friends have to say about it. But, this movie was so bad, I walked out in the first ten minutes. From my own room.
No wait! A memory stirs! Why, I do remember walking out of a movie for similar reasons! A comedy that was, in fact, not funny at all! (Granted, they are different kinds of torture. One poses as a comedy while subjecting us to Jerry Lewis's tender confessionals to clown puppets; the other relies completely on Jack Black wearing funny clothes.) At least the poor folks in the 9th circle of comedy hell who have been stuck watching The Errand Boy on an endless loop since 1961 have some new material. That makes me feel a little better.
2 comments:
What movie was it? This is driving me nuts. OH -- was it Nacho Libre?
Yep
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