I saw that happen with "Making Love" on the East Side of Manhattan. Still remember it. It's a pretty dreadful movie (and edited so that little of the screenplay makes sense -- a subplot about their pal Wendy Hiller is somewhere on a cutting room floor); part of me wants to believe it was because it was such a clunky piece of storytelling and Ontkean was such a stiff, handsome but robotic. I can't recall if it was late at night, and maybe filled with an audience that was more upset about the quality. But that's probably too kind.