Did you see The Hangover last weekend, PopWatchers? Of course you did. So did I. With my mom. Read the full post.
Jun 9
2009
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'Hangover' with your mom?
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Did you see The Hangover last weekend, PopWatchers? Of course you did. So did I. With my mom. Read the full post.
I saw “Fatal Attraction” with my mother, my grandmother and my sister and her teenage daughter.
My grandmother’s only comment when was left was, “She really knew how work that knife!”
Right when I was starting to figure out I was gay, my dad took me to see “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” (my dad loves country music, and Dolly Parton in particular, go figure). I hadn’t come out to anyone yet (I was in 8th grade and terrified), so I ended up trying really hard NOT to look like I was paying attention during the football lockerroom scene. Awk-ward!
On a family vacation three years ago, my dad announced he’d brought along a DVD of “A History of Violence.” He had no idea what it was about and assumed we’d all love it because my family had been obsessed with “Lord of the Rings.” We actually made it through the entire movie, but not without a running commentary from my dad about how offensive and perverse the movie was. And he also made a lot of horrified sounds. My mom covered her eyes when you saw Mario Bello’s lady parts.
Saw Old School with my sister, father, and grandfather. Needless to say none of us were aware that the mud wrestling scene existed. To top it off, my grandfather was called Blue by random guys after the movie ended.
I saw “Knocked Up” with my grandma, and we both loved it!
“The Other Side of Midnight” in 1977 with my parents, aunt and grandmother (!) Seems they got the title of this R-rated film mixed up with the G-rated “The Other Side of the Mountain”. I sank into my chair at the abortion scene and wished I could astral project home at the sex scene (complete with ice cubes!) in front of the fireplace. Grandmama offered commentary at each of these scenes in her heavily-accented Spanish: “Oh My God!” It gets a laugh now at family get-togethers but just the same I will never, ever, ever watch that film again.
I did a double feature with my mom. The first movie was Monsters Ball, which she made me leave the theater during the sex scene. Then we saw 40 Days and 40 Nights.
One of the worst days ever.
Christmas Eve tradition with my English inlaws was always to see the latest Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings in the theater. Then came the year there was neither. We saw Bad Santa, what we thought would be a chevy chase style comedy turned out to have a foul mouthed drunk with a penchant for a certain sex act.
Gotta be Eurotrip, with both my parents. The looks on our faces during the nude beach scene were priceless.
To get into seeing it in theaters, I saw Superbad, Tropic Thunder, and Pineapple Express with my dad. Nothing really happened though. We both enjoyed each movie. Watching Role Models with my mom…not so good.
I took my mom to see the Sex in the City movie – she said she wanted to see all the great clothes. I told her she had to cover her eyes any time that Samantha was on screen. I had to slide down and hide my face when Dante was showering outside.
I saw “There’s Something About Mary” with my father, my aunt, and her husband. Mortifying.
And I, too, had a first date at “Closer” – there weren’t many more dates after that one. Bad choice, boy.
My family had seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail a million times, and decided instead to watch The Meaning of Life. BAD IDEA. Little did we know there would be a whole song devoted to sperm and a whole sketch involving John Cleese teaching a sex class and instructing just how to please a woman correctly. I was mortified.
Titanic in 4th grade is also up there.
First-date movie to see Yentl (my choice: he wanted to see Blue Thunder, with police in helicopters). The cross-dressing was modest and bearable. But who knew there would be nekkid swimming, with full rear nudity and peeing into the river?
Nothing beats my sister not realizing what David Cronenberg’s “Crash” was all about and going to see it with my uber conservative father!