My mom, sister and I went to a double-feature back in the early '80s. A very strange DF, in that the opening movie was Arthur and the second film was Body Heat. Sitting next to my mom at the age of 15, watching that film, was the most uncomfortable experience I've ever had in the theater.

Julie- I can't think of 2 more depressing movies!

Tommy- that mixup is too funny!

Wow, Kathy, that does sound bad!

I once watched Taxi Driver followed by Breakfast at Tiffany's on a date, which was pretty weird, especially when my date wanted to make out during Taxi Driver!

My parents took my brother and me to Saturday Night Fever, thinking it was just a dance movie. I was probably 10, which would mean my brother was 7. In the scene in the car, where Donna Pescow holds up the condoms, I clearly remember my brother saying, really loud, "Hey, she's got candy!"

And my parents sinking into the floor in humiliation ...

My stepdad took a woman on a first date to see Deerhunter.

They did not have a second date.

I have such mixed feelings about Von Trier. What he produces is so brilliant and so unlike anything else out that that I have tremendous admiration for him as a filmmaker.

On the other hand, if Nicole Kidman and Emily Watson got together and had him quietly murdered in his bed, I wouldn't shed any tears.

That's certainly how I've felt about him lately (though I don't think I've seen anything of his since Dancer...). However, I do unreservadly love Zentropa (aka Europa).

The only movie my grandfather saw in a theater in the last 30 years of his life was Boys Don't Cry. He lived in Nebraska when the Brandon Teena murder happened, and thought his story needed to be told. I loved my grandfather because he was my grandfather, but he was also an extraordinary human.

When he left the theater, he drove home and called me to tell me that it was my generation's responsibility to make sure stories like Brandon Teena's ("and that poor kid who got left on the fence post in Wyoming...")were remembered and honored and that we "eradicated that hatred off of the Earth."

I know...In one way, it was so great, and in another, I'm completely relieved that I never have to look at it ever again if I don't want to.

Wow. Your grandfather was evidently the polar opposite of my grandmother.

::applauds GrandJava::

Fay, I'm not even exaggerating. He wasn't perfect, but when it came to compassion for humanity, he had few equals.

I watched Evil Dead with my mom, thinking it was going to be funny like Army of Darkness. We turned it off after a woman got raped by a tree.

THAT'S ONE OF THE BEST PARTS!

Okay, not for watching with your mother. But frankly, even though Army of Darkness was funny, it's not something I'd suggest watching with your mother.

And yes, the original Evil Dead was much subtler in its humor that the sequels.

When he left the theater, he drove home and called me to tell me that it was my generation's responsibility to make sure stories like Brandon Teena's ("and that poor kid who got left on the fence post in Wyoming...")were remembered and honored and that we "eradicated that hatred off of the Earth."

I'm now in love with your grandfather, javachik.