I've walked out of three movies in my life. This was one of them. (The others were "Bus Riley's Back in Town" and "The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone." I saw it in my student days as "Nude in a White Car" in a theater in the early 60's. Fortunately, I have repressed all knowledge of the contents.
shareI remember this film because it was the first French film I had ever seen.
If I were to nominate some films that drove me out into the street, I would nominate "Scandal at Scourie" with an awful Walter Pidgeon.
Michael Caine playing an English gentleman defies description, although he is good playing himself, as, for instance, the East End thug in "Mona Lisa" or as the barrow boy "Alfie".
I dislike American films that have endless motor cars crashing into each other - such a waste - and their habit of forcing a very loud music score on our tender ears. Footsteps can be much more scary than creepy music.
My other "walkout" is anything with Julie Andrews - she always sounds as though she has the Elgin Marbles in her mouth.
And her husband, Blake Edwards, had found the art of directing the Purest Pap.
It is like watching a plank warp.