Here is one.
I like to watch shows that take place in old London, and more recently in times such as those of Charles Dickens...mainly because it helps me to understand wherefrom we derived our colonial system and culture. I really enjoy the way Dickens exposes society and politics for what they really are- hypocrisy and self-interest.
So...every once in awhile I go searching online for some dramatic rendition of a novel...sometimes I stumble upon Catherine Cookson adaptations, which are kind of interesting, but I notice in everyone there seems to be some situation of a woman having a pre-marital sexual encounter and some shame associated with it. I figure Cookson is some sort of feminist...
Anyways, there are occasions in which I begin watching an adaptation of some novel (in this case it was Thomas Hardy novel), and I kept thinking to myself "this is just part 1, part 2 things will really begin to pick up".
I tell myself this until its 3/4s of the way through and I realise I am watching a gross love story and I cannot STAND the actors, the characters, or the scenario. And in this case it was one single scenario. It would have been the least bit interesting if someone got into mortal danger, but nooooo.....just a story about a spoiled narcissistic woman being disappointed.
BO
RING.
Ended the movie with 10 minutes to spare. It was so boring I did not even care how it ended. Bleh
I actually lamented afterwards "54 minutes of my life that I will never get back"...because it was THAT bad I actually feel it was an anti-experience. Although typing it up like this in my proper english "humour" is kind of fun. I feel like a posh gentlemen relating this incredibly boring experience in the most boring manner possible. Imagine I am speaking with a droning, brat type of voice...and sipping wine with a cigar....and sitting all improper on a seti in a very large room with all kinds of fancy paintings and ceramics.
A boring man with a boring life, and thus, very boring complaints. Muahahahahaha! Have I bored you yet?