Ok, I can count two, Van Helsing and the Bounty Hunter.
Van Helsing: I couldn't enjoy it. It felt more like the remains of a bad b-summer 90's movie like Batman and Robin. I walked out when a bunch of vampire bitches were yelling at each other, not even audible words, just screeches. I walked into a different movie just starting.
Bounty Hunter: I lived across the street from a movie theater, I like going to the movies. I remember seeing it playing and thought "why not, maybe I can get a kick out of it, Gerard Butler's in it, how bad can it be?" It's all shades of stupid rolled on top of each other. Someone needs to grab Butler and overhaul his career fast.
When we walk out of a movie we have a thresh-hold right before the critical moment. That zone between like and dislike where we say: "Ok, I clearly don't like this, but can I stomach this till the end just to make sure it doesn't come together brilliantly." You see a movie, you have resigned this hour and a half at least to spend on a film. Walking out of a movie basically announces that if I get back in my car and hurry home, I can possibly still do something more worthwhile and salvage some portion of that hour and a half.
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