I have no recollection of the first film I saw in theatres. When I was two months old, my father passed over reruns of I Love Lucy
in the middle of the night, only to lull me to sleep to Platoon. This might explain why heavy metal makes me drowsy now. According to my parents, the first movie they took me to see in theatres was Home Alone
. I was two years old, and cried mercilessly every time Joe Pesci
and Daniel Stern
were on screen. At the age of seven, my older brother, Derek, let me watch Natural Born Killers
. He was eleven, and we were borrowing our Snow Bird grandparents’ Pay Per View box. Our mother wasn’t pleased when she finally found out about this earlier this year.
Whether by my own curiosity, naiveté, or fortitude (or any combination thereof), I managed to watch some illicit stuff at a very young age.