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Post by mikef6 on May 15, 2018 14:38:29 GMT
Way back in the stone ages (early 1990s), I forced my two sons who were then about 17 and 14 to sit down and watch “Dr. Strangelove.” They griped about having to watch a dumb older movie, they griped about black and white, they griped about how bored they were, they groaned at everything I thought was funny, and generally did their best to make it a miserable experience for everybody. Kids today! Am I right folks? Jump forward about 10 or 15 years. My #2 son tells me he had ordered the “Dr. Strangelove” DVD, it was great, what a wonderful movie blah blah blah. I reminded him ever so gently (HA!) about what he had put me through a decade before. He claimed not to remember it (HA! again).
On another occasion around that time, I showed them “D.O.A.” (1950), a film I saw on TV at about the tender age of six which was a huge influence on my love of movies and mysteries which I date from around that period. Like with “Strangelove” they started out complaining but when the mystery kicked in very unexpectedly and the main character finds he has very little time to catch the murderer and the plot started to twist back on itself, they fell strangely silent and gave their full attention to the end. I think they also appreciated that there was no cop-out happy ending.
These were maybe the only two times I just ordered them to sit down and watch, but it paid off both times.
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