Tonight's film screening started a little late because... the film itself didn't arrive at the theater until right before showtime. Reminds me of one of my favorite Roger Ebert reviews ever, of the 1996 French comedy "Little Indian, Big City":
Through a stroke of good luck, the entire third reel of the film was missing the day I saw it. I went back to the screening room two days later, to view the missing reel. It was as bad as the rest, but nothing could have saved this film. As my colleague Gene Siskel observed, "If the third reel had been the missing footage from Orson Welles' `The Magnificent Ambersons,' this movie still would have sucked.''