Something that haunts me is a movie called Games, which I saw on TV some late Saturday night in high school, when I always stayed up after everyone else to see what there was to see (some weird movies got shown then). Anyway, this British couple is befriended by a weird woman who talks them into doing odder and odder things, and one of the things ends up with a corpse.
I saw that when I was fairly young too, and really enjoyed it. But the couple was James Caan and Katherine Ross, so not British.
Incidentally, it's basically an unofficial remake/update of Les Diaboliques (even down to casting Simone Signoret as the strange, older woman)
But the couple was James Caan and Katherine Ross, so not British.
Oh, OK. The older woman had a high class Northeastern accent that I remember as British.
Jessica- do a quick Google search to see if there is a theatre with "Mommy Movies" in your area. We have a local theatre where everyone brings their babies and if they cry no big deal because it's all moms.
Conversely, if you do go and have to leave due to fussiness- make sure you get a refund or a readmission ticket. If you don't watch the whole movie you shouldn't have to pay.
Those screenings are all midweek - I used to go to them while I was on maternity leave.
(So I guess technically Dylan has seen a couple of movies in theatres before, but I think if he was breastfeeding or asleep the entire time it doesn't really count.)
I can't remember the name of the movie, but when I was very young (think kindergarten age), my dad let me watch some late night horror movie that included an apparent dead person with rolled-up eyes rising out of a bathtub to menace someone. When I turned around to him for reassurance, he'd rolled his eyes back so only the whites were showing.
The next few years of getting waked up by me in the dead of night after a nightmare or just general can't-sleep-afraid-of-the-dark? Your own damn fault, Pops.
I can't remember the name of the movie, but when I was very young (think kindergarten age), my dad let me watch some late night horror movie that included an apparent dead person with rolled-up eyes rising out of a bathtub to menace someone. When I turned around to him for reassurance, he'd rolled his eyes back so only the whites were showing.
I think that's Les Diaboliques. Or at least there is a scene very much like that in the movie.
For freaky childhood trauma, nothing quite beats the trip on the S.S. Wonkatina in Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka movie.
That didn't bother me, but I was terrified of the Oompa Loompas in that movie. They still kind of freak me out.
The hardest thing about taking the wee ones to the movies is leaving if they can't make it through. It's worth a try, though. With kids' movies, it's just expected that some people have to get up and it's a more tolerant atmosphere.
Liv will now sit through an entire film at 3 1/2. But I also make sure there are enough Twizzlers to get us through.
DH just double-checked runtimes and Ponyo is about 15 minutes longer than Totoro, which might be pushing it.
