Ass Masters IV.
Ass Masters II or III, maybe. But never IV.
Yeah. I’d never see Barry Lyndon or POG with my folks. damn kubrick!
Outside of porn films, I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t watch around my parents. My dad and I have very similar taste in films. They already know I’ve done drugs, so I don’t have to worry about laughing at a Cheech&Chong movie then explaining why I think it’s so funny.
As for movies like Basic Instinct, Body Heat, Boogie Nights, or anything else with sexual themes: Hell, my dad recommended all three of those movies to me.
Given that my mother thinks Happy Gilmore is the funniest movie ever made, I’m not entirely certain I could watch anything with her and see eye-to-eye.
American Psycho.
I watched this movie in the theater by myself, which was definetly a Good Thing. Most of my friends are either of the opposite sex or rather sheltered, and it would have been 90 minutes of mutual embarrassment.
Several months ago I (briefly) talked with a kid (13, 14 maybe) who had seen American Psycho with his mother!
I can’t imagine seeing or understanding AP at 14, and I don’t understand how one doesn’t just melt into the floor while watching it with a relative.
There is a scene in the movie where a guy is hiding under a table at a restaurant when he realizes a woman sitting there isn’t wearing panties, so he sticks his face up her skirt and starts…
I had already seen this movie, but one day it was on HBO at my parents house about 12 years ago. My ma & pop were sitting there watching it and before that scene came on I left the room. Geez, I was about 28 at the time, been married for over 9 years, and I still couldn’t stand to watch a movie with strong sexual content with my parents around.
A week later my dad died. Hmmmm.
Yes, that classic hockey movie with Player/Coach Reg Dunlop and the Hanson Bros.
I’d gone to Blockbuster with my dad to pick out some movies. He decided to get Slapshot, which I had seen before (Oh, I should add that we were staying at my grandma’s house). We took it back and were watching it, pretty much everyone except my grandma (thank heavens). It gets to the part where Reg starts taunting Hanrahan (“Your wife’s a dyke! I know! I know!”). Lucky for me it was getting later so I just decided to fake sleep.
The tit shot that follows came on. I hear my Dad say to my little brother, “Uh, it’s pretty late, we should probably get you ready for bed.” Seeing that I was “asleep” he just turned off the movie, and that was the end of that!
Pretty nearly anything with my Mom, pretty nearly nothing with my Dad. He passed away some years ago – and when the
Clinton scandals surfaced I guiltily felt glad that he (a lifetime Dem) wouldn’t be watching the news with me. I think that the feminine hygiene commercials on TV would have offended him more than movies where he had a viewing choice
My Mom had a bad experience with her mother about fifty years ago. They frequently went to films in Berkeley (there’s a school for the deaf there, and foreign subtitled films were shown way way back - like the '40s and '50s, so the deaf had a movie theater outlet). My grandmother was an immigrant, spoke English well, but had difficulty keeping up with quickly spoken lines. Truncated translations were great for her - she could read the English and keep up with the action. Of course it was a Danish sex film and my Mom was absolutely mortifed. Turns out that my Grandma thought it was ‘exciting.’
My Mom would have loved “There’s Something About Mary,” probably wouldn’t have liked “American Pie.” They both loved British films and even my Dad enjoyed “Monty Python.” He understood the drug culture so Cheech and Chong were no problem. The gross-out factor was superseded by the art-factor, so one of my favorite films, “Trainspotting,” would have been enjoyed by both, but there would have been lectures to follow.