I walked out on a movie once. Just once. My buddy Howard and I walked out on a film. Seventeen years old, and we walked out on a film. About two feet of snow outside, and we walked out. My dad had dropped us off, and wouldn't be back for at least another hour (we sat through 30 minutes of it), but we walked out. Walked 2 blocks towards home before we were too frozen to go any further, but we didn't go back. Held up in a little newsstand that had 2 video games until IT was over, then we went back to be picked up.
That film? The Dungeonmaster. (You'd have thought in some way it would relate to Dungeons and Dragons . . . but no.)
That film? The Dungeonmaster. (You'd have thought in some way it would relate to Dungeons and Dragons . . . but no.)