Two Out of Three

I was about to say that I’ve never walked out on a film—if I pay for a movie, I’m damn well getting the whole movie—but then I remembered I’d walked out of The Shining of all things. It was the third feature in a triple bill, I’d already seen what I’d really come for, and it was a crappy print. So, when that first wave of faded, purple blood came crashing down the hallway towards the camera, I knew I’d already reached my limit for whatever the hell that was supposed to be . . . but thanks for trying, Stanley.