One of the few movies I ever walked out on (I even managed to sit through "Night of the Snake Woman") was "Body Heat," which for some reason some critics liked. When William Hurt is locked out of her house by Kathleen Turner and runs around panting and looking in the windows and she's always there, panting too, forcing him to crash through a window--what an erotic act! And it kept getting stupider, people who should have known better acting like dorks--I think the dialogue on the dock after the housebreaking scene was what did us in (straight out of the thread "Worst Pickup Lines Ever?"). --seed (luckily, we went to see it as a sneak preview and didn't know it was an erotic masterpiece. --seed