Mr. Holland's Opus. For almost a decade it was the only movie I ever walked out of in disgust. That was until I saw (about 2/3 of) the pretentious piece of ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- Closer, with Julia Roberts, Clive Owen, Alfie and Natalie Portman. Man, that was weird. My wife was SOOO excited to see Closer. I think we saw it the day it opened. We watched the movie in silence . . . neither of us had said a word about it, but it was just so horrible and the vibe was there. I leaned over and said, "Should we go?" And she didn't even hesitate. She was like, "Yeah . . . this is awful." Neither of us are like that either. We'll sit through just about anything. We'll talk about what a piece of ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- any given movie is, but we don't walk out of movies. Mr. Holland's Opus happened before I had met her.
So there are those two. I'm sure that there are movies I'd like less than Closer, but I would probably not be caught in a movie theater watching them in the first place.