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Post by marysara1 on May 24, 2023 8:29:43 GMT
I don't know how many of you caught it, but Daddy Warbucks took her to see Camille. Hopefully it went over her head.
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Post by sagebrush on May 24, 2023 11:13:08 GMT
It's funny you should bring that up,marysara1, because every time I see CAMILLE, I think Greta Garbo is much too noble in her portrayal of Marguerite. Maybe this is due to the production code. But, I would say it definitely went over Annie's head.
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Post by sepiatone on May 24, 2023 14:41:29 GMT
Leapin' lizards! It probably did. Sepiatone
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Post by BunnyWhit on May 24, 2023 18:56:32 GMT
I know just what you mean. I guess the rule on such things is that parents/guardians are supposed to know what their children are able to consume. They are the parents, afterall. Still, some things I feel really are better left to the adults. I saw Scarface (1983) in the theater at a matinee, and there were several couples there with their young children. That is NOT a movie for kids.
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Post by sagebrush on May 24, 2023 22:16:46 GMT
I know just what you mean. I guess the rule on such things is that parents/guardians are supposed to know what their children are able to consume. They are the parents, afterall. Still, some things I feel really are better left to the adults. I saw Scarface (1983) in the theater at a matinee, and there were several couples there with their young children. That is NOT a movie for kids.
My parents were the poster children for "questionable parental control." They took us (as children) to see THE CONVERSATION, THE EXORCIST, and MIDNIGHT EXPRESS!
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Post by BunnyWhit on May 24, 2023 22:36:16 GMT
I know just what you mean. I guess the rule on such things is that parents/guardians are supposed to know what their children are able to consume. They are the parents, afterall. Still, some things I feel really are better left to the adults. I saw Scarface (1983) in the theater at a matinee, and there were several couples there with their young children. That is NOT a movie for kids.
My parents were the poster children for "questionable parental control." They took us (as children) to see THE CONVERSATION, THE EXORCIST, and MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! Mine took me to see Papillion (1973) late on a Saturday night, then we went home and colored Easter eggs for the next day. I had bad dreams for a long time. I was barely six years old.
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Post by Fading Fast on May 24, 2023 22:40:17 GMT
My parents were the poster children for "questionable parental control." They took us (as children) to see THE CONVERSATION, THE EXORCIST, and MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! Mine took me to see Papillion (1973) late on a Saturday night, then we went home and colored Easter eggs for the next day. I had bad dreams for a long time. I was barely six years old. My grandmother took me to see "Tora!, Tora!, Tora!" when I was six and the "The Valachi Papers" when I was eight. She died shortly after that or God knows what else I would have seen.
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Post by sewhite2000 on May 25, 2023 3:22:42 GMT
I can't imagine now why my parents were interested, but when I was in fourth grade they took me to Foul Play, which was a comedy, but in an early scene, a guy catches a throwing knife squarely in the chest and drops dead instantly. I was so traumatized, I bolted out of the theater, and my parents had to chase me. We all went home, their money having been wasted, me still softly sobbing. Somehow, they talked me into going back a couple of weeks later. I was steeled for that particular scene, and I think closed my eyes until my mother said, "it's over". Turns out the rest of the movie was perfect for 10-year-old me. I was rolling on the floor with Goldie Hawn's encounters, especially with Billy Barty and Dudley Moore.
I think it was a year earlier my parents got the idea they wanted to see The Goodbye Girl. I wasn't too keen on it at first but somehow got the idea I would like it. I must have read a good review in one of the newspapers they subscribed to. I think now one of their friends must have told them it was a little too grown-up for an elementary school boy, so only when we arrived at the theater did they spring on me we were going to see Casey's Shadow instead. This was a Walter Matthau horseracing heart-tugger, pretty much a remake of The Bad News Bears, except on a farm. If my parents thought they were sheltering me, they were no doubt disappointed, with Matthau spouting out all the PG-rated bad language he could muster.
Which makes me think of one more story. My dad took my brother and I to Smokey and the Bandit. He saw in the ad in the paper that Jackie Gleason was in it, and he loved The Honeymooners. My brother and I laughed and laughed and laughed. But as we were getting pizza after the movie, my dad could only express disappointment. He was in shock that Gleason could ever curse so much. He was genuinely sad, as if his hero had let him down.
Anyway, we got HBO when I was 10 and soon after one of the older TVs wound up in my bedroom. I would religiously watch the schedule in the programming guide they sent us every month, and stay up after my parents were asleep to watch all sorts of rated R movies.
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Post by sepiatone on May 25, 2023 16:53:11 GMT
1. Some parents are clueless when it comes to some things. I'll give FANTASIA as an example. It used to get frequent release in the late '70's and early '80's at local theaters 'round here. And the newspapers would have ads for it with a still of Mickey Mouse as The Sorcerer's Apprentice. So the obviously unfamiliar parents would drag their six-five year old and younger kids to the theater thinking they were taking the kids to see some kind of Disney kiddie feature. And without fail, less than ten minutes into the classical music the kids would get restless and fidgety and start whining and above all the music you'd mostly hear impatient parents hushing and loudly telling the kids to "hush UP!" But I know that ain't what you're going on about. 2. It might help if you can gauge your kids before taking them to see what some might call "questionable" content movies. Kids hearing profanity in movies never bothered me because I wasn't naive enough to believe they never heard any of that language around the neighborhood (or from Dad ) and at school. But one thing surprised me (and would surprise those sanctimonious enough to believe they're "protecting" our children) was in our early days of cable my wife(later the ex) and I along with our first daughter, 11 at the time, were watching the movie THE COMPETITION with Richard Dreyfuss and Amy Irving. My daughter seemed really intense in her attention to it. Then came the scene in which Dreyfuss and Irving are rolling around naked on his motel bed and we hear a loud "tsk" of disgust from our daughter, who waved dismissively at the TV, turned to us and complained, "It figures. Every time a movie starts getting good they throw in this kind of crap!" I chuckled and turned to her Mother and asked, "Isn't she supposed to be traumatized or get ideas in her head from that?" But REALLY Sewhite.... running sobbing from the theater? You sure you didn't have nightmares when you heard "Jack fell down and broke his crown"? Sepiatone
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Post by sagebrush on May 25, 2023 22:13:56 GMT
1. Some parents are clueless when it comes to some things. I'll give FANTASIA as an example. It used to get frequent release in the late '70's and early '80's at local theaters 'round here. And the newspapers would have ads for it with a still of Mickey Mouse as The Sorcerer's Apprentice. So the obviously unfamiliar parents would drag their six-five year old and younger kids to the theater thinking they were taking the kids to see some kind of Disney kiddie feature. And without fail, less than ten minutes into the classical music the kids would get restless and fidgety and start whining and above all the music you'd mostly hear impatient parents hushing and loudly telling the kids to "hush UP!" But I know that ain't what you're going on about. Sepiatone
I think this was why drive-ins were so popular for families; if the kids are getting restless, send them to the playground outside the snack bar!
Speaking of drive-ins, my parents took my sisters and I to one to see STAR WARS. I couldn't have cared less about the film, and kept wandering around trying to watch the films on the other screens. Soon, one of my sisters joined me, and from the swing set in the playground, we watched a screening of WHAT'S NEW, PUSSYCAT? We couldn't hear anything and most of the adult humor went right over our heads, but we sure got a kick out of all those chase scenes.
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Post by sewhite2000 on May 26, 2023 1:41:51 GMT
But REALLY Sewhite.... running sobbing from the theater? You sure you didn't have nightmares when you heard "Jack fell down and broke his crown"? Not that I recall. I never had any trauma from reading or listening material. There was a certain intensity to the combination of sound and image in a darkened theater, which is probably a worthy topic of a thread on its own. I never minded people getting shot on screen, which I'd seen a lot of by that age. But a blade penetrating the chest - that was my first time to see such a thing, and the unpleasantness of it got to me.
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Post by gerald424 on May 26, 2023 14:51:38 GMT
My family never cared about censorship. I saw it all back in the 70s.
There's a scene from Tales from the Crypt (1972) with a doberman and razor blades that I have never ever forgotten. Probably why I've never had a dog.
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Post by sepiatone on May 26, 2023 16:11:47 GMT
But REALLY Sewhite.... running sobbing from the theater? You sure you didn't have nightmares when you heard "Jack fell down and broke his crown"? Not that I recall. I never had any trauma from reading or listening material. There was a certain intensity to the combination of sound and image in a darkened theater, which is probably a worthy topic of a thread on its own. I never minded people getting shot on screen, which I'd seen a lot of by that age. But a blade penetrating the chest - that was my first time to see such a thing, and the unpleasantness of it got to me. Well, I could never take too much gore myself. Now, that knife in the chest scene would have made ME probably utter.... "Aw.....COOL!" As it was, when I did see that scene in FOUL PLAY I was 27 and way past the 4th grade age. But if I saw that when I WAS nine, like I said.... "Aw....COOL!" I'd have thought by 1978 most kids that age would have been so jaded by gore and violence in movies that practically nothing would upset them. But I guess you were one of the exceptions. Sepiatone
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Post by sewhite2000 on May 27, 2023 2:32:12 GMT
Ha ha, yeah, I recently said in another thread I was pretty sheltered, and I absolutely was. I watched zero horror movies until we got HBO not long after I saw Foul Play, and I definitely didn't find gore cool, mostly disturbing and traumatic. Though my friends loved it, so I was the oddball.
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Post by sagebrush on May 27, 2023 13:33:46 GMT
I've always been much more upset by films about abuse, imprisonment and torture than films about straight-up gore.
I remember as a teen going to see MERRY CHRISTMAS, MR. LAWRENCE with a few friends, and during the scene in which David Bowie gets buried up to his neck and is left to bake to death in the hot sun made me feel like I was suffocating. I actually had dreams for months about suffocating to death.
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