The Misfits (1961)

All I can say about this film is don't watch it. I'm not saying that because the film is horrible. Not because the performances are terrible. Not because the premise is absurd or the ending is a mile off track or the cinematography is vertigo-inducing. No. You can't watch this because of what can only be a few minutes of absolutely horrifying footage of lassoing a wild stallion. I don't even like horses. I never wanted a pony. I'm sort of scared of them now because they're so large. But, my god, that scene is the only thing about the movie that sticks out now. In stark black and white, in the middle of the desert, ugh. It's not something I'm likely to forget soon but I wish I could