11 years ago, when I was 19, Basic Instinct came out. For whatever reason, I was ignoring the adds for it. On the hand, my mother had heard that there were some lesbian groups angry about the movie because Sharon Stone’s character who was the bad guy, or bad girl in this case, engaged in lesbian activities, thus, so they said, giving a negative portrayal of a lesbian, or something like that, I forget exactly. Anyway, this peeked her interest and made her want to see the movie to see what the fuss was all about.
Anyway, since I never paid attention to the adds, and didn’t realize how, uhm, erotic shall we say, this movie was…well, I’ll put it this way, imaging being a 19 year old boy watching Basic Instinct in the theater sitting next to his mother :eek: :eek: :eek:
So, has anything similar to this happened to you? Any movies or videos you regret seeing with one or both of your parents?
I saw Blue Velvet with my mom, or at least the first half. Neither of us had seen it before, so we had no idea what to expect. Basically, when Dennis Hopper freaked out on Isabella Rosselini with the scissors, my mom freaked out and tore the tape out of the VCR.
I didn’t see how the movie ended until I went away to college.
She walked out of Pulp Fiction right at the “Bring out the gimp!” scene, although luckily she did not see that one with me.
I saw Clerks and Mallrats with both of my parents, but despite the sexuality and language (which embarrassed me being there with them), they laughed at some of the parts they were supposed to, and told me I could probably write like that.
Most recently: There’s something about Mary came on TV a while back and I told my parents that it was a good, innocent comedy.
I forgot about the masturbation scene. :smack:
Many years ago I was sent to the video store and for some stupid reason, returned with Kentucky Fried Movie; it was one of my most cringe-worthy experiences.
Purple Rain, ,with my Dad. I was 10. I remember wondering if Dad understood what “Darling Nikki” was about. I was in my twenties before I realized that yeah, he probably did.
In high school, I took my mom to see Heavenly Creatures. It’s a great film, but it’s the story of two teenage lesbians in the 1950s who murder one of their mothers.
On the ride home, my mom was very quiet. Finally, she said, “If you were gay, you would just tell me, right?”
To this day, the mere mention of this movie sets my father into a blue rage. In fact, the mere mention by anyone of any movie being bad will, within the space of 15 seconds, provoke my father to say, “You wanna talk bad movies? The most god-awful piece of crap I’ve ever seen in my life was a movie called Blue Velvet…” (He always refers to it in that identifying way, because I don’t think his brain can process the fact that others may actually be aware of the existence of this vile thing.)
I went with my mom to see All That Jazz - we were expecting a musical. For those who haven’t seen it, while there’s singing and dancing in it, it’s really a thinly-disguised semi-autobiography of Bob Fosse. The main character, Joe Gideon, is a chain smoking, hard drinking, pill-popping womanizer who’s editing a movie and directing a Broadway show that stars his ex-wife.
During the opening credits, one of the characters used the f-word. Mom tsk’d, first of many. She was offended by the language, the nudity, the scene with the young Joe Gideon and the strippers… It was impossible for me to enjoy the movie. It was impossible for her to look beyond the things she found immoral.
OK, now I’m really going to age myself here. When I was a kid, my parents wanted to go see “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner,” and they felt the need to take me along. Now my father was a real bigot (think Archie Bunker without the humor), and I had to sit in the back seat of the car all the way home listening to his ranting and raving!
The one “going with my mom” experience that most people think would have been traumatic for me (but wasn’t) was back when I was 18 and home for winter break from college. My best friend and I got tickets to go see the stage production of “Hair”… and our mothers wanted to go with us!!! They did. My mother handled it a bit better than her mother did, but they both were relatively OK with the play, despite the nude scene, the one scene depicting mock intercourse and the one guy running around half naked in the audience seducing the ladies. They enjoyed most of it, I think!
My grandmother brought home “Body of Evidence” from Blockbuster because she knew I liked Madonna. I’m proud of her; she made it all the way through the film, though I’m sure there were some scenes that made her choke on her popcorn!
Eiger Sanction, way back in the 70’s. It was my first R rated movie. Only problem was that Grandma (yes, my Grandma) didn’t realize that the movie was rated R. There was a scene when one woman removed her shirt, and was not wearing a bra. I barely heard Grandma hissing at me, “KVS! Don’t look! Don’t look!” I was 12 at the time, and I was mezmerized by boobies.
It was in a theatre in Canarsie, Brooklyn NY. Is it still there? I have fond memories of that place.