I was 13 when I rented Clerks. Mom came in during the ‘you sucked how many dicks?’ scene and made me turn it off. She is normally really cool about that sort of stuff, but I was only thirteen. I rented it again a year later and watched it though.
And it was a big mistake to watch Mullholland Drive with my parents…yeah.
I always got a bit ahead of myself when choosing movies to rent because I didn’t like a lot of movies targeted for my age. I usually watched most of them after they went to bed though. I was a bit uncomfortable when I realized they took Requiem for a Dream after I had rented it and watched it…“are they gonna say anything???’” haha.
If I remember correctly, the first episode of Monty Python I ever saw was the “Full Frontal Nudity” episode. My parents had called me over to watch it, since they’d been big Python fans when it was originally on the air and were thrilled that PBS had started showing re-runs. I was 10 or 11, and was somewhat taken aback. I got over it soon enough, though, and became a big fan myself.
One incident that didn’t happen to me, but I was a witness to: My friend and I went to see Fight Club in the theater, and right behind us were a mother and teen daughter who, based on their pre-film conversation, were there because they were both completely smitten with Brad Pitt (he still had some of the DiCaprio-ish pretty-boy image then). After the movie ended, we heard, “What… was… thaaaat?” We looked back to see both of them staring at the screen looking traumatized.
Isn’t it strange how when you are focused on a problem in your life, references to it seem to be everywhere? My mother-in-law died about a week ago, and a couple of days later I was watching Frasier with my husband and it was some episode where Frasier and his girlfriend have car trouble and wind up stuck in the middle of nowhere with some creepy family. The husband’s mother has just died and is lying in a coffin in the living room. The husband is crying, the wife is saying nasty things about the dead woman, and the kid is opening the coffin in the middle of the night to talk to his dead grandma. Whee!
Yep. Back in college, I was in the processes of getting over a bad breakup with a girlfriend named Sylvia. While at home with my folks one evening we were watching an episode of Wings in which Roy (the antagonist to the main characters) is a weeping emotional wreck because he can’t get over his ex-wife. The ex’s name? Sylvia.
One time? In prep school? Some friends and I were allowed to watch movies on the A/V room’s VCR after classes were done for the day. We were watching Excalibur in a darkened room, and the dean of students came in at the exact moment that Uther was doing the horizontal rhumba quite vigorously with Ygraine. He watched for a few moments and walked out without saying a word. We thought we were going to die. :eek:
Then in college, I went to see Top Gun with a lovely but rather conservative young lady on our first date. The sex scenes were a bit uncomfortable, and were by unspoken agreement not mentioned again for the rest of the evening.
When I was in college, I went on a first date with a guy who took me to see Blue Velvet. Well, the way I say ‘first date’ makes it sound as though there were subsequent dates.
I remember once I was over at a friends house with his parents sitting right there and him flipping through the channels and stopping for a minute or two on the show Strangers With Candy. The scene we watched involved Jerry volunteering to have a brazilian wax demonstrated on her in a classroom in front of all the other students. My friend and I thought it was hilarious and could not stop laughing even though we were trying our hardest not to. I looked over at his mom and she was just shaking her head in disappointment that we found something like that so funny.
I saw Natural Born Killers on a first date. It was…awkward.
I also remember the first time I saw The Jerk. My brother and I were about ten, and we had gone on a trip with my grandparents, so we were all watching TV in the hotel room together. A scene came up where the circus lady (?) rides up on her motorcycle and orders Steve Martin to get on. I heard my grandma quietly say, “uh oh”. A moment later, when the motorcycle lady threw Steve down on her bed and unzipped his pants, I understood why. There was a deep silence.
Oddly, the very next program that came on after The Jerk was some sort of burlesque show. I recall showing my grandpa that I could do a back bend just like the lady on TV. Both of us were studiously pretending not to notice that the lady on TV had gigantous boobs and was wearing nothing but a pair of spangled panties. In retrospect, I am asking myself, “Why in God’s name did Papa not change the channel?!”
OK folks, lets enter the Way-Back machine and travel back to 1964! You may have heard of it, the era where sex was just barely being hinted at. I lined up a date with someone I’d been pursuing for months! Wanted to go to a movie that would be funny and just possibly suggestive. Who knows, maybe I could get to first base or even second!
Well the chosen flick was Sinderella and the Golden Bra! It’s funny. But it also has topless boobies in almost every scene. Yes, I know the goddamn name should have given it away but when you’re 16 and you know that a brief flash is the best you can normally expect to see, it’s one hell of a shock to see dozens and dozens of them all at once.
Needless to say there was no first base or second base or second date! Took a month or so for the frostbite to wear off my right arm.
