Bringing up Kenneally and Schindler reminded me of a weird experience which applies to this subject. I had seen the movie when I thought I was supposed to be on a date. Turned out the woman who invited me out knew from conversation that I had never seen the movie Schindler's List so she invited me over to her place for a meal and, it turned out, that movie. Which I didn't enjoy. Unlike the episode in Seinfeld, I didn't fall asleep watching the movie, but I really didn't want to be there.
Then I found the paperback version in a used items store, and brought it home and read it. Turned out that a previous owner of the book was such a heavy smoker the book was permeated with eau de cigarette. To the extend that I still remember the smelly book and I don't want to read or watch the story independent of the story itself, which was quite a downer into the bargain. It reminds me of what Indiana Jones says in Holy Grail "Nazis! I hate those guys!"