"What's rape?"
I can still recall the snake that coiled in my stomach when my pre-teen sister said those words. We were watching The Delta Factor on television and Christopher George had just come out of the shower dressed only in a towel. He unexpectedly encountered the lovely Yvette Mimeaux. She said something semi-flirtatious and he replied with a smile: "Maybe I'll have to rape you." Thus my sister's query.
Fortunately for me, my father was also in the room watching television with half an eye and he supplied an age-appropriate response, but to this day I cannot watch that movie.
What are your most bonding, cringe-worthy, embarrassing, horrible, loving, altogether memorable family viewing experiences? Here are my top five, listed in reverse chronological order.
5. Bambi
Curse you, Walt Disney! My mother and teenage cousin took six-year-old me to a matinee showing in downtown Los Angeles. I was enthralled by Thumper and the playful forest creatures, enchanted by Bambi, and traumatized by what happened to his mother. I was unable to speak for several hours afterward. My family was grateful for the quiet.
4. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
My mother made up for taking me to a cartoon movie that undermined my belief in her immortality by sharing after-school afternoons with me. I usually arrived home in time to watch most of The Edge of Night -- an atypical 30-minute soap opera -- with her as she ironed clothing. Then we watched the "Afternoon Matinee." The slot slaughtered dozens of movies which were viciously edited to fit into the 90-minute running time (90 minutes less frequent commercial interruptions, that is), but I voraciously ate up whatever was on, which was usually from the classic age of Hollywood (1940s-50s), as my mother prepared dinner and shared her memories of watching whatever film was showing. (She waited four hours in line to see Gone With the Wind). Growing up during the Great Depression, she was a rabid movie fan, scrounging for nickels so she could see as many movies as she could. She was the one who instilled in me a non-discriminatory love for movies -- she was fine with anything that entertained her in one way or another. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance -- always shown over two afternoons due to its length -- was a particular favorite, probably because it featured both John Wayne and James Stewart.
3. Double Bill: Cops and Robbers, Slither
My father also grew up during the Great Depression and also scrounged nickels to see two features, a cartoon, and a newsreel, but movies were never more to him than a way to pass the time. We three children had to beg to go to the movies, which sometimes didn't work out as we hoped -- my brother and I both remember being abandoned at a local movie house for hours while my parents shopped, forcing us to watch 101 Dalmatians and the short it played with (Hang Your Hat on the Wind or something like that) multiple times.
One night my father allowed me to pick what we would watch, as long as it was playing at a drive-in (which charged by the carload, rather than for individual admissions). I pored over the capsule reviews in the newspaper and deduced that Cops and Robbers and Slither (the original with James Caan) were the "best" movies we could possibly see. Little did I know that Cops and Robbers -- my first PG-rated movie -- was filled to the brim with profanity, which my devoutly religious father abhorred. When it became clear within the first few minutes that the dialogue would be peppered with obscenities, I started apologizing to everyone as my father steamed. During the intermission I apologized again and suggested that we leave since the other movie would probably be the same, but my father insisted that we stay because I had researched the selections and assured him that these were the "best" movies we could possibly see. "You said these were the best, so we should stay and watch the best!" I sat in the middle of the back seat between my younger sister and older brother, and no one laughed the whole time. We never went to the drive-in as a family again.
2. 2001: A Space Odyssey
Not learning from my previous experience, a couple of years later I convinced my brother, now old enough to have a driver's license, to take us to see Stanley Kubrick's classic during one of its limited-time re-releases. It was a crappy theater and a crappy print, but I exulted in the music and imagery and sheer brilliant imagination. As the movie ended I was over the moon with joy, but my devoutly religious brother chewed me out on the way to the parking lot for dragging him to a movie that promoted belief in evolution. My sister dozed off during the movie and later wondered why the baby was floating in space.
1. Festival Screeners (Misc.)
In the years after my mother died, my relationship with my father drew closer as we spent more time together. Eventually I moved back into the family home and ended up volunteering at a couple of film festivals. That involved watching festival screeners, dozens of films made by passionate filmmakers that, unfortunately, often ranged in quality from bad to worse. My father had grown accustomed to watching movies with me -- because I watched so many Hong Kong movies, he thought I could understand Cantonese; he never did understand the concept of subtitles -- so when I brought home festival screeners, he would simply sit there and watch them with me. No matter the quality, or lack thereof, he never complained and never left the room until he was tired enough to go to sleep for a few hours. I tried to be sensitive to his feelings, quickly stopping any movies with objectionable content. Though his spiritual devotion had not wavered, he was kinder, gentler, and more tolerant of my artistically-inclined foibles.
He kept watching movies with me until one day when he looked into my eyes without a hint of recognition and said, "I don't know who you are, but thank you."
And because I never had the chance to say it: "Goodbye Dad. And thank you."
Thank you for writing this article.
I very much enjoyed reading it.
It made me think back on some of those moments I had when i was younger.
Since I grew up in Europe and as all of you know we are ga ga for some cha cha, nutidy that is. I'd watch movies on TV with some crazy ammount of T and A, squirming in my seat, not saying anything while my dad would give the film his undivited attention.
In fact sex and sexual images was such a none issue that my dad would bring home the papers, along with a couple of Penthouses, Playboys and a Danish dirty mag called Rapport every few days. Then the family would gather around, me and my brother eagerly waiting our turn to leaf through the nudie mags while my mother and father read them and the daily news.
So I never got to discover that pile of porn mags under my dads bed or in his closet because it was sitting right there in the living room.
I can remember my father, always very tolerant of my bizarre cinematic inclinations, agreeing to take me to a small theater in Cincinnati (The Real Movies, now long-gone) to watch TETSUO: THE IRON MAN when I was all of 12 or 13 years old. That it was shot on Super-8 (I had a Super-8 camera!) and featured men turning into machine-monsters (I liked monsters!) was all I needed to know. What I didn't know was that it was all a thinly-disguised metaphor for the mechanization of Japanese sexuality, but hey - that's what makes the story fun and illustrates my point. We watched it, my dad explained it to me (tried his best, anyway), we went home, and would be back in few weeks to watch Carl Franklin's ONE FALSE MOVE. He was always quicker to try and explain things than simply put his foot down with no reason.
Living away from home for the last... yikes, 11 years now, I hardly have opportunities to watch anything with my father anymore (as my visits home grow increasingly short and hectic) and whenever I go back to something completely off-the-wall he had the blind love to take me to on DVD these days, it's become quite bittersweet.
Very touching T-O-M, Peter. Thanks.
What a wonderful article, Peter. Thanks for sharing.
My favorite family viewing moments involve my mom. When I was in high school, I discovered three wonderful things: "Mystery Science Theatre 3000", kung fu movies, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. My mom watched all of them with me, and she still laughs about Crow T. Robot and Chinese Super Ninjas to this day.
Great article... made me immediately think of a day in 1982 when my dad took my younger sister and I to a double-bill at our local theater. The first film was 'E.T. The Extra Terrestrial' and the second was 'Conan the Barbarian'. An ingenius pairing... All of us loved 'E.T.' of course, but my dad was most looking forward to 'Conan'. Did I mention my sister was eight yrs old? Shortly into the movie Conan starts "interacting" with a topless woman in front of a fireplace, before of course discovering she's a witch and dispatching her in a suitably violent way. I loved the scene, but my dad (who also loved it) took one look at my wide-eyed sister, stood up and whispered "we're leaving." One of the toughest decisions he ever made. I still remember the long walk from the front of the full theater to the exit and the laughing faces watching us as we left.
And then there's the time my mom watched 'Meet the Feebles' with me at 1am one night...
Two worst taking much younger siblings to movies:
Monty Python's Meaning of Life, with the sex lesson.
and Look Who's Talking 3, which turned out to be all about discovering that Santa Claus doesn't exist. Fuckers.
My family was very eclectic and liberal in terms of what we watched when I was growing up. My parents did always watch movies with my sister and I, so they could explain or put into context any of the strange things we might come across. I always have and always will appreciate this with one significant exception. We had recently subscribed to a pay cable movie channel and my uncle was visiting. My father suggests "Oh look DELIVERANCE is on later, that was a very good movie." I was 6 years old. I remember my uncle protested pretty loudly that it was not a movie for children. My father laughed at him and we saw DELIVERANCE uncut as a family. Everything after the naked Ned Beatty "Squeal like a Pig!!" scene was a blur of white noise. That image really disturbed me for many years to come. That was 21 years ago. One day I plan to rewatch this movie but I want to make certain I am in the proper state of mind.
Heh. Very nice topic. Why is it that when myself and by brother were down in the basement and given free reign with VHS to watch just about anything, my mom would come down ALWAYS during the sex scene. Fortunately it was a highly liberal house, and no comment was made...but talk about awkward...!
I do remember sitting down and watching DEAD/ALIVE (aka Braindead) with my folks back in the mid 1990s. A) I can't believe they stayed and watched and B) I can't believe they enjoyed the heck out of it. Weird.
One time more recently my dad did a double bill of Ravenous and Dumplings. And no complaints. That was pretty cool actually. My uncle stayed for half of Dumplings before having to leave in disgust.
Futher more, some of my favorite moments with my dad were watching Spaghetti Westerns on TV in the early 1980s. There was a lot of love for Lee Van Cleef in our house, and it was a special surprise when my brother, father and myself watched Escape From New York back on VHS in the day.
Good times.
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