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Cinema Man writes:
Christmas shopping can be difficult – that’s why we’re making it easier with The Omniplex Gift Card!Give the gift of movies, food and drinks throughout the year, all on one little card! The gift card can be used in any Omniplex Cinema. Our cards are:
1) A great stocking filler
2) Perfect for cinema lovers
3) Valid for movie tickets AND all your food & drinks
4) It can be delivered to you or directly to the recipient!
5) Reusable and valid all year round
Omniplex have given us a voucher worth €100 (YES 100 big ones) to giveaway.
To enter, please complete this sentence.
‘____________________________was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because_________________________________’
Lines MUST close at 5.10pm
“The last major dream I can recall involved me winning two SleepAngel pillows, but everyone knows dreams don’t come through… or do they?”
Do I win??
You competition-fixing, pillow-thieving baxtards!
Mad Max Fury Road was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because someone had set the cinema on fire.
That was such a pile of p** (that’s poo in case you were wondering).
I endured it though.
Matrix Reloaded was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because the scrotes behind me wouldn’t stop playing with their phones… and the film was a hape of dirt. Rave in Zion me backside!
A hundred bills? Sure what does that get you? Two cinema dates with the other half?! Give away a years membership and I’ll consider unleashing my creative juicy juice on your eye and earballs at no charge.
Otherwise, the meaty awe inspiring anecdotes of cinematic tribulations remain the envy of you and your gouging fellow Cinemasters.
Irreversible was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because, well it wasn’t because of disgust, it was because I wanted to throw up and not because of the 10-minute long anal rape scene, but because of the revenge scene with the fire extinguisher. Not a first date movie.
‘My Dog Skip’ was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust [tears] from, because the dog was locked in a tomb and things were looking grim. My babysitter shooed us out in case he didn’t survive, and we would be traumatised. It turns out he did survive, but I spent 15 years thinking that poor dog died in a crypt, starved and alone.
I think need a minute…
The Martian was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because Matt Damon wasn’t even painted green. Everyone knows Martians are little green men!! So unrealistic!!
Teenage mutant ninja turtles movie 2011 was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I had to bail out a friend of a friend( no longer) after she was caught shop lifting from a shop on Henry street- good times, never did see the end ’
Adam Sandler’s The Waterboy was the last (and only) movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because it stank. It remains one of the worst fiilms I’ve ever seen.
You’re not wrong.
Why did anyone ever think he was funny?! I’ve had funnier turns.
“Wolf Creek” was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because those idiot women decided to go back to that fella’s shack for something or other. I could see where things were heading and I didn’t want to stick around to witness it. “You’re on your own, girls!” I said, and I ducked into another screen to watch some fluffy nonsense about people who were all in love with each other.
Every Wes Anderson film ever was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because every Wes Anderson film ever is like having your face pushed into a symmetrical fountain of peppermint-pastel puke for two and a quarter hours hours while some hop-scented hat-model you’d throw yourself off a roof to avoid plays whimsical cover versions of post-punk non-classics on a ukulele strung with handlebar moustache.
Even though I like Wes Anderson films (not all of them, and usually because of Murray) I love this.
If this doesn’t win then something is seriously wrong at Odeon.
You should write.
Can’t give this enough +1s
Steve Jobs was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because after making a scene along the lines of ‘these idiots being in the wrong seats…blah blah blah…saps can’t read their tickets…blah blah blah’ and then being hit by the cold sharp realization that I was in fact a whole 24 hours early for the film to which I had purchased tickets for, my only option was to storm off in a haze of mumbled apologies to the occupants of seats K6 and K7
If you really did in fact kick up a stink about people being in the wrong seats then you’re worse than the people in the wrong seats.
Especially if the film had started already. All films should be general admission. seat allocation causes idiots to pick the wrong seats, and even bigger idiots to be completely unable to make an executive decision to not behave as though the first idiot has slipped their hand into your wife’s top and just sit in another F-ing seat!!!!
Amen
Last time some random fellow slipped his hand into my wife’s top, I shuffled quietly along, leaned in discreetly and whispered, “sorry mate, I think you might be in the wrong place”. It resolved things very effectively, actually.
Avatar 3D was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because when them little white floaty yolks came on screen I tried to swat them away, hit the guy in front of me and had to endure people laughing at me. OK maybe it wasn’t as much storming out in disgust, more total embarrassment.
this!
The Love Guru was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because although I went in hopes of a gushing font of uplifting laughter, I found myself instead wallowing in a pit of despair as I contemplated how the human race had reached its nadir with this tripe
Snatch was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because it was not what I was expecting, it was actually about boxing and a stolen diamond!
I can’t remember the last movie I stormed out of because I don’t really get out that much anymore. Sad but true…
I don’t think Omniplex ever project from celluloid.
That ad.
Wanted: Anthony Hopkins
Settled for: Jonathan Ryan
On Golden Pond was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I’d had a reliable tip that there was definite boob to be seen but, after 15 minutes of utter boredom watching old people talking about nothing, my friends and I realised that we had been duped.
Storm of the Century was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because the roof blew off the cinema!
12 Monkeys was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because it had none of the promised dozen monkeys.
“Rory O More” was the first and last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from, because this form of revolutionary new fangled picture theater is heretical, morally bankrupt, visually crass and prone to cause restlessness in the indignant masses. It will never take off I tell you”
I now demand my prize in queens shillings.
100 snots on 2 hours of maltesers, butter and coke, win the gift of cellulite more like
There will be blood was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I genuinely thought it was going to be a movie about vampires (subsequently rewatched it and quite enjoyed it, just wasn’t in the mood for a milkshake drinking cowboy at the time)
The Lady in the Van was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because it was absolutely not a long awaited addition to the Barrytown trilogy, where the lads go all feminist and start hiring lady chipper-esses.
Fifty Shades of Grey was the last movie I stormed out from because I needed to catch the hardware shop before it closed!
Steve Jobs was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I was incompatible with it.
Niceee.
I download most movies I watch, and just switch them off when they’re crap.. which saves you the bother of paying through the nose only to storm out in disgust. Do I win?
Never have I stormed out of the cinema in disgust because I can’t be arsed and just want the voucher.
“Inside Out” was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I went in hungover with the intention of happily recovering in a dark well ventilated room supplied with sweet and salty snacks. Instead I got an emotional assault that I have yet to recover from, why would you mess with Bing Bong lads, WHY!!
My Girl (1991), the Macaulay Culkin weepy. Ran out.
The disgust was on the behalf of the rest of the audience as we couldn’t stop giggling as he slowly died.
The last bit was so Hollywood we just couldn’t contain ourselves, hands in the air we surrendered, ran out to O’Connell Street for air. Suppose the splif we had beforehand didn’t help.
Happy daze…did we win?
Starship Troopers was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from……….because it was absolute POO.
False
The Jazz Singer was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because I think technology has gone really too far, harummphh.
The Naked Lunch was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because NOBODY was naked and there was certainly no lunch. Total let down.
The last film I ever stormed out of was Batman in the cinema at the Three Arena (the last batman movie). Since I am a big guy the seats went right up my hole (must have cleared some hameroids I had) as the place was too warm and they delayed the start of the film by 30 minutes to allow people in who were arriving late. Halfway through I left as I was sweating like a paedo in a playground…..all in all I havent been back to the cinema since
Beethoven was the last movie I stormed out in disgust from because that prick didn’t conduct one bloody orchestra for the whole damn movie. Biggest letdown ever!
I can’t ever remember walking out of a movie… And I saw Boondock Saints 2 in the cinema.
Avengers: Age of Ultron was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because not only was it a load of crap but some idiot was in and out every 20 mins and the ones in the row behind were noisy monkeys.
Walking With Dinosaurs was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because the sound only played every three alternate seconds’
Black Mass was the last movie I stormed out of the cinema in disgust from because Johnny Depp is no longer the young hottie I went to see :(
“Lines MUST close at 5.10pm”
It doesn’t say which 5.10pm.
Hello, It’s me.
Any word yet?