My husband insisted on buying and watching Interstellar. I was less enthusiastic, but I agreed that I had
fifteen three hours available to watch it with him. I did not really like Interstellar. It felt like we were also moving through several timelines and lifetimes while we watched Matthew McConaughey and Anne Hathaway do space things.
Then, when it was finally over, something in me broke. I had just spent what felt like a lifetime watching this crazy, timey-wimey, space movie and it ended with no closure for me. I started crying. Then I started yelling that I would never watch that movie again. I started yelling “Fuck You” at the dog, my husband, the movie. I was still sobbing. I stomped up and down the hallway and kept pointing at my husband and telling him this was all his fault. He was dumbfounded.
Another time, the husband and I went to see House of 1,000 Corpses in the theater. I thought I would enjoy the flick and he would hate it. I had such a visceral, immediate reaction to the first five minutes of the movie. It was derivative in the least clever way possible and I was pissed. I whispered that we could leave whenever my husband was ready.
Alas, he is cheap and the tickets were purchased, so we sat through that whole turd of a movie. When it was all over, my anger was all-consuming and bright. I began yelling that Rob Zombie owed me money and I would kick his ass if I ever saw him out. I started yelling criticisms of the movie and voicing annoyance. As my husband lowered his face in embarrassment, other movie-goers were clapping and agreeing with me.
Then, of course, there are ALL OF THE PIXAR FILMS EVER MADE AND THAT EVER WILL BE MADE, REDUCING ME TO A BLUBBERING PILE OF SNOT.
So, how about you? What movies made you sob, rage, go incoherent, or any other emotion?