I know my family did, which pissed me off since they practically forced me to watch it after they had seen it and kept telling me how amazing it was, and I ended up fucking hating it.
Every passing minute, every tone deaf beat of Dances with Wolves that the movie regurgitated, I just wanted to leave. But I was sat next to my father and brother who were just loving every second of it despite having seen it twice before, so I felt obligated to see it through. There MUST have been something to like, right? But nope, hated everything. I cannot think of a single thing about the film I actually ended up liking in the end, and to this day, even thinking about the film raises my blood pressure.
Fuck James Cameron. I hope the sequels bomb.