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One of those "formative" moments in my life occurred while hanging out with my best friend in grade school. We were, as I seem to recall, 10-11 years old.. Maybe 12..
He had a love of "B" faire slasher flicks. The more campy the better, and his father, being more open-minded, having talked with his dear son about his obsession and determining that, for all intents and purposes, his interest was not turning him into a psychopathic serial killer, occasionally catered to it by renting what would otherwise be direct-to-video movies.
The one chosen for this day was "The Gruesome Twosome". A tale of a demented old lady who has her mentally deficient son entrap and scalp coeds from the local girls college in order to stock her wig shop. Fun stuff.
My friend's father peeked in a few times and rolled his eyes.
After it was over, in what I'm sure was a planned maneuver, he sat us in front of the tv again and had us watch something else, claiming that it was important that we watch it. :-)
Thus was I introduced to the death-obsessed Harold and his near-octogenerian lover Maude. I don't know that my friend ever got the point. But I did. And I have loved the movie ever since.
Also, from that moment onward, his father made an effort to periodically sit us down for more wholesome cinematic experiences including Casablanca and Key Largo. Apparently he was a Bogie fan. :-)
If you want to sing out, sing out. If you want to be free, be free. 'Cause there's a million things to be. You KNOW that there are. :-)
He had a love of "B" faire slasher flicks. The more campy the better, and his father, being more open-minded, having talked with his dear son about his obsession and determining that, for all intents and purposes, his interest was not turning him into a psychopathic serial killer, occasionally catered to it by renting what would otherwise be direct-to-video movies.
The one chosen for this day was "The Gruesome Twosome". A tale of a demented old lady who has her mentally deficient son entrap and scalp coeds from the local girls college in order to stock her wig shop. Fun stuff.
My friend's father peeked in a few times and rolled his eyes.
After it was over, in what I'm sure was a planned maneuver, he sat us in front of the tv again and had us watch something else, claiming that it was important that we watch it. :-)
Thus was I introduced to the death-obsessed Harold and his near-octogenerian lover Maude. I don't know that my friend ever got the point. But I did. And I have loved the movie ever since.
Also, from that moment onward, his father made an effort to periodically sit us down for more wholesome cinematic experiences including Casablanca and Key Largo. Apparently he was a Bogie fan. :-)
If you want to sing out, sing out. If you want to be free, be free. 'Cause there's a million things to be. You KNOW that there are. :-)