One of the more formative movie-going experiences of my life came during the final months of my eighth grade year, when I and some classmates spent the night at a friend's house... largely unsupervised. We began our evening of caution-be-damned indulgence with the PG-13 "it film" of the time - Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. Being sheltered trolls, this proved a rather regrettable decision, as none too many of us were ready to watch Walter Donovan misidentify the Cup of the Carpenter and subsequently suffer a face melting (the unavoidable and *entirely* biblically-based consequence of Holy Grail tampering, apparently).
To soothe our anxious souls, we turned next not to further dramaticism, but instead to an obscure little film that assuaged our anxious hearts and, more than a few times, anyway, made us laugh. That film was Michael Nesmith's Elephant Parts, and I have today decided to do something incredibly risky: I'm buying it on VHS off of Half.com in hopes that I will even smile once during a sixteen-year-delayed second viewing.
To soothe our anxious souls, we turned next not to further dramaticism, but instead to an obscure little film that assuaged our anxious hearts and, more than a few times, anyway, made us laugh. That film was Michael Nesmith's Elephant Parts, and I have today decided to do something incredibly risky: I'm buying it on VHS off of Half.com in hopes that I will even smile once during a sixteen-year-delayed second viewing.
High hopes aside, I'll keep you posted. Anyone else ever revisited a childhood memory and found it sorely wanting?
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