I've walked out of a few movies. Not always because they're bad. I walked out of From Dusk Till Dawn when one of the South of the border vampires started using a freshly killed corpse as a guitar. That was because my date was getting ill from the gore. Being shamefully desensitised, it didn't bother me much - though it probably wasn't much of a movie.

I walked out of 28 Weeks Later because the movie seemed to consist of dark corridors and surprises designed to provoke the startle response. I loved peek-a-boo as a toddler - now, not so much - but still probably not a terrible movie.

There have only been three movies that I've walked out of because they were just so bad I felt myself getting depressed the more I watched - to the point that the films were doing me psychological harm. Here they are, in ascending chronological order:

1. Highlander II (wow, what a stinker)
2. Angels & Demons (Tom Hanks)
3. Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

#1 was just a complete clusterfuck, but the second two were ruined by money. They were ruined (let's be honest - at the beginning of their respective franchises) by money. There's absolutely no art in these CGI splooge fests. They are only vehicles to make money lavishly - for their producers, actors key grips and best boys. They thrilled me not a bit. Too much money seems to fuck most things up . See also Transformer movies, X-Men movies and 95% of the other dreck showing at the cineplex. Real films are still being made - just not in Hollywood.