I once went on a date to the cinema (Odeon, Kingston Retail Park, worst cinema ever, save perhaps for the one at Pocklington) with my then girlfriend (talking ten years ago) and we didn't really see anything that jumped off the page. In the end, I went for a cig and told her to just pick a film.
Came back in and she'd got tickets for Brokeback Mountain, which I'd never heard of, nor had any idea of it's content. So on the way in, I pass a mate coming out of another picture and upon telling him what I'm off to see, he shouts "it's about gay cowboys mate!". I thought he was taking the piss. Two anal sex scenes later, the rage was so immense that I went out into the foyer and played Time Crisis until it was over/my brain had turned to mush. She made up for it by giving me a rocking ****job. So, you know, swings and roundabouts.