Category 1 (good idea at the time)
St. Elmo's Fire --- oh boy Demi Moore rocking in a room, Rob Lowe with a badass earring and sax and Emilio Estevez in a bow tie. It all looked good. And then it wasn't. And viewing it from a decade or two later--not good at all.
Battle for Endor -- yep, I have this one on VHS. My only excuse (and it is weak) is that I was young. But I watched it no less than 20 soul sucking times. And, sadly, I wanted to be Cindel (I do remember her name. See, soul- sucking)
Murder in Small Town X -- anyone remember this one? A reality show where once a week each contestant gets "killed" as they hunt for clues as to whom the real murderer is. The winner was a man named Angel. Sadly enough, he was killed on 9/11. He was a firefighter and was in the towers. All of this is in my head where math should be.
Category 2 (train's coming round the bend)
Must love Dogs-- the ads were sappy. The premise, ridiculous. And I watched it. Paid for it. And then, the icing on the cake, someone gave it to me as a gift. Karma kicks me right in the ass.
Growing up Gotti ---watched it. For a looooong time. I mean a really long time. Much longer than I should have. Are you looking at me with shame in your eyes, yet?
The English Patient -- now this may be a surprise. It won like 50 Oscars. People went to this movie and wept buckets. BUCKETS! My not liking it had nothing to do with the movie itself. I knew going in this was not my cup of tea. Movies like that generally make my teeth itch. I went anyway, I paid the money. I invested the time. And now it is trapped in my memory, and it won't leave.
So, that's it. Not really. There are about a thousand more things I feel this way about. And we haven't gotten to music. Hoo- Boy, let the good times roll.
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