When I was in first year of high school, the whole of my year was taken on a trip to the cinema to celebrate the last week of school before the Christmas holidays. I say 'celebrate', but attendance was mandatory, so it was more of a time waster. The Pupil Voice committee suggested this film, seeing as how it was the most 'suitable' (read: cheapest) option. They also suggested it despite it being centred around a holiday us Scots don't even celebrate. Despite being a supposed rewards trip, there was a £10 fee.
Essentially, I was forced to pay 10 quid to watch this shitty fucking Owen Wilson film about a fictional take on an event no-one in the audience had any knowledge about, and frankly I want retribution.
Frozen and The Desolation Of Smaug were playing next door, incidentally.