Pretending, naturally, that Hell exists, we're all going there (no doy), and it's comprised entirely of a screening room with a single uncomfortable chair molded perfectly to your ass, what movie, if forced to watch over and over on a loop for eternity, would constitute your personal Hell?
(I mean, I know any movie over and over for eternity would be hellish, so, for the pedants among us, please feel free to read the question as: What movie would you least like to watch three times in a row?)
My answer: Barry Lyndon, for sheer unsurpassed dullery. Ugh, Stanley Kubrick. UGH.
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