I am Dee, the movie omnivore. I don't walk out of movies. I don't stop watching them half-way through. There's a process that is entered into, in watching a movie. The opening sequence, be it action or credits, eases you into it. The end credits ease you out, offer closure. It is unthinkable that I should exit stage left before the appropriate time to do so.

But I just walked out of Dancer In The Dark.

I couldn't stay. Just couldn't. I only lasted fifteen minutes, and probably five of those were the initial minutes, which take place on a black screen. I wanted to stay. I wanted to watch the movie. But I couldn't. That hand-held, fuzzy jumpiness was threatening to forcibly wrench my dinner out of my stomach. That was if my head didn't explode first. I considered staying, just listening to the movie, but that's pretty stupid, and I'd probably fall asleep. So I left. Walked out.