The Honeymoon Killers tonight. Man, that movie was such a realistic form of noir that the murders made me feel sick to my stomach.
My first R-in-a-theater was Beverly Hills Cop. My friends and I bought tickets to Amadeus, which was what we told my parents we were going to see, and then snuck into the other theater. My parents busted me by asking, in detail, about the plot points. I didn't even know who Salieri was. No idea what my first R-rated movie was, but I suspect it was Blazing Saddles at my friend's house when I was 9 or so.
First R-rated movie in a theater was A Fish Called Wanda. But we had cable and my parents never cared much about that sort of thing, so I'm sure I'd seen R-rated movies before that.
Last weekend I saw Screaming Mimi on TCM. It's not very good, but it is completely nuts. Gothic noir, with Anita Ekberg doing a crazy "dance routine" (TWICE!) that largely consists of her rolling around on the floor in shackles and not much else. To xylophone jazz. Oh, but it did have this winning bit of dialogue:
"How tall are you?"
"With heels?"
"With anyone."
And then, because I needed more crazy, I watched Black Snake Moan. Which also has an half-naked woman writhing around in chains. It had some problems too; the set-up is a lot more interesting than the resolution. But it was surprisingly sweet and funny. And had a most excellent soundtrack.
My first R-rated movie at a house was The Shining.
First one in a theater... not sure. Maybe
Varsity Blues
or
I Still Know What You Did Last Summer.
Because high schoolers have winning taste.
The novel that Screaming Mimi was based on was one of THE primary touchstones for the giallo genre (among others, Bava's The Girl Who Knew too Much and Argento's Bird with the Crystal Plummage steal various chunks of the story).
t /Euro-horror geek
Aliens is the first R-rated movie I can definitely remember seeing at the theater rather than on cable, but I've been a serious horror movie fan since middle school. I'm sure saw A Nightmare on Elm Street and other similar feel-good movies long before it was legal for me to do so.
ETA: Nope, I remembered going to see Silver Bullet with my mom in '85. Of course she, as the adult, was the one all jittery and nervous afterwards.
Vibraphone, darling.
See, that makes the whole thing even dirtier!
I watched
Aimee & Jaguar
last night. What a great movie! Even though I'd read the book
it still broke me like a broken thing. I'm sure my current living situation had a lot to do with it but I started sobbing towards the end and could not stop until well after the credits were over. I had to crawl in bed with the (very confused) dog before I finally calmed down.
I also saw Screaming Mimi over the weekend, followed by Blair Witch Project.
Screaming Mimi is a hoot, all Freudian and things. Recommended for fans of the unusual. (And Philip Carey, the male lead, is gorgeous in a preppy male model way.) The vibraphonist is at least Red Norvo, who may not be one of the great jazzists but is at least more than competent. Plus Gypsy Rose Lee in a supporting role with lesbian overtones, singing "Put the Blame on Mame."
My first R-rate movie was a different Bo Derek movie, 10.
