The execrable Johnny English film featuring childish slapstick and face pulling is the only film I've ever bothered walking out of. Frankly, I had better things to do, and despite driving 20 miles and spending £20 to see it with my wife, we couldn't put up with it a minute longer. Bridges of Madison County was a notable worst-of-the-rest, but it would be hard to be worse than Johnny English. Normally in a film I wasn't interested in I'd just fall asleep, but that, I felt, would be giving that bilge more attention that it had any right to.