I took a 90 year-old friend (I’m 40, FYI) to Translation. She’s very open-minded, but I think this scene threw her a bit.
I persuaded my mother, who was at the beginning of a devastatingly emotional divorce, to see Terms of Endearment with me. It would have been a bawl-fest even without being emotionally compromised, but I nearly had to carry mom out of the theatre at the end, she was crying so hard.
Pulp Fiction sure seems to be coming up a lot, and here it is again!
My mom & dad have a social church group that for a while was going to the movies together every month. I think this may have ended that tradition…
My mom was picking the movie, and she heard that Pulp Fiction wa sgetting great reviews, and that it was a great comeback for John Travolta. So tha6t’s what they all went to see!
To their credit, i think everybody stayed in the theater and were able to enjoy themselves, but I cringe when I think of the shooting up scene, the bathroom jerking off discussion, and the violence…
Not actually viewing the movie: My husband, his aunt (older sister of his mother) and I were all sitting around discussing how much we enjoyed Secretary. I had to supress hysterical laughter at how fast my husband and his aunt started backpedalling about whether it was a good movie, when his much more conservative mother started making noises about adding it to her netflix queue.
I’m almost certain she’s seen it by now. I should ask next time the four of us are in the same room.
When I was about 12 I was down at the video store not long after seeing The Magnificent Seven and Breakheart Pass (my dad is a big western fan). So I happily rented a film with the same actor in it.
Death Wish is not a good film to sit and watch with conservative Catholic parents.
After lots of searching my dad found the rating printed among the copyright details in print about this big.
It’s way better than that, actually. The song is by Peaches, the title is Fuck the Pain Away, and the lyric you misheard is “Suckin’ on my titties like you wanted me”.
She’s got a new album out called “Impeach My Bush” in case you’re stuck for gift ideas for the in-laws.
For my parents (especially my Dad, who has a real thing about language and graphic sexuality in the movies), A Fish Called Wanda was a rather bad choice of comedies.
Most inappropriate movie I ever inflicted on casual friends who just wanted light entertainment was Miracle Mile. About 8 minutes after the movie ended, the dead silence was broken with “…leaves you with a nice warm feeling, doesn’t it?”
I watched half of Clerks with my mom (who isn’t stodgy at all, I was just uncomfortable). Eventually, I had to get up and leave. Lesson learned: do not watch Kevin Smith movies with parents.