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Worst First Date Movies
Apr. 4th, 2006 12:08 pmHere's an idea for a conversation. What was your most... 'unfortunate' choice of a movie to see on a first date? Why did you choose it, and what happened?
My first runner-up would be a movie that all my friends were raving about as one of the best movies of the year, but which I didn't know much of anything about. Pulp Fiction. *Not* what I was expecting! Good movie, to be sure, but one doesn't usually expect a date movie to have quite that much gleeful ultra-violence in it...
All-time worst would have to be Prospero's Books. The date in question was an actress, so I figured, "Hey, can't go wrong with Shakespeare." Actually, you can. While it certainly had some relation to The Tempest, it was fairly obscure. It had rather more nudity, excrement, and gore than one normally associates with this story, costumes that were beyond ludicrous (eight-foot wide ruffs!), and directorial choices that went beyond eccentric and well into insane. I mean, sure, Sir John Gielgud probably *is* the best actor in the cast -- but to have him read *all* the lines? Come *on*! This was one of only two movies I've ever attended where people actually walked out in the middle. I think only about eight people showed up in the first place, but half of them didn't stay until the end. Not a good omen for the relationship (though, as it turned out, a fairly appropriate one).
My first runner-up would be a movie that all my friends were raving about as one of the best movies of the year, but which I didn't know much of anything about. Pulp Fiction. *Not* what I was expecting! Good movie, to be sure, but one doesn't usually expect a date movie to have quite that much gleeful ultra-violence in it...
All-time worst would have to be Prospero's Books. The date in question was an actress, so I figured, "Hey, can't go wrong with Shakespeare." Actually, you can. While it certainly had some relation to The Tempest, it was fairly obscure. It had rather more nudity, excrement, and gore than one normally associates with this story, costumes that were beyond ludicrous (eight-foot wide ruffs!), and directorial choices that went beyond eccentric and well into insane. I mean, sure, Sir John Gielgud probably *is* the best actor in the cast -- but to have him read *all* the lines? Come *on*! This was one of only two movies I've ever attended where people actually walked out in the middle. I think only about eight people showed up in the first place, but half of them didn't stay until the end. Not a good omen for the relationship (though, as it turned out, a fairly appropriate one).
