Of course, there is a flip side to the movies we love:
the movies we HATE.
These aren't necessarily BAD movies. But, for one reason (or many), we hate them.
I know there are movies that I may respect, but not like (Brazil.) Or movies that I find one aspect of it ridiculous (Julia Robert's DisneyWhore performance in Pretty Woman.) Or movies where the tone is off, but there are amusing moments (Ishtar.) And movies that I didn't really like, but just don't get me that worked up (American Pie.)
There is one movie, however that I hate, Hate, HATE:
I had seen Mad Max, and didn't like it. So I knew I was in for more of the same when my husband and my in-laws talked me into seeing it with them. If it had just been me and my husband, I would have walked right out after the woman is raped, tied to a tire with barbed wire, and shot full of arrows. And can I say something? When the dog is shot, a great cry of "Noooo!!" went up from the audience. Not a peep with the woman. Just business as usual.
I hated this movie so damn much. And it became a shorthand in my husband and my relationship. If he tries to talk me into a movie I don't want to see, all I have to say is "Road Warrior," and he drops it immediately. (Though, to his credit, he is not a guy who likes violent movies much, either. We are more likely to disagree because he wants to see "Kate and Leopold," and I don't. He has a higher tolerance for schmaltz than I do.)