Utterly witless.
It was the second half of a double bill (anyone remember double bills?) at the old Sash Mill Cinema in Santa Cruz sometime in 1975. My friend Susan and I had gone for the main flick (now forgotten, oddly), but remained for "Flesh Gordon," which was billed as satire. At about twenty minutes in we turned to one another simultaneously (probably moved by some conspicuously egregious bit), silently nodded in unison, got up and left. I think it may be the only film I've ever walked out on.
cordially,