My desire to pursue a career in film criticism ended during high school, when I realized I'd be required to watch a lot of movies that didn't remotely appeal to me. Such an occupation sounded positively awful.
Like a fool, I hadn’t worn socks to the meet that day. The resulting blisters under each of my big toe joints had popped and begun bleeding heavily as successive layers of skin were worn away during the race.
Now that a significant amount of time has passed, especially since I've become a parent, I’ve reflected back on that incident a few times and asked myself what, if any, lesson I took away from it. What I realized, even during my teenage years, was not to strike bargains, deals, compromises, etc., hastily. Think things through before giving your word to someone.
While there are certainly well-made classic movies I find unappealing...The Graduate...I don't believe I've ever attempted to scold anyone else for enjoying them. I've certainly never advocated a movie be banned or censored. The idea of criminalizing a piece of art or entertainment, if only in peoples' minds, is one I find totally repellent.
Aside from seeing the Jaws trailer on a large screen in a movie theater...when I was five...I don't recall any Horror movie giving me nightmares. Certainly not panic attacks, nor PTSD.
I was literally at a loss for words, quietly horrified at the realization that, because my accuser had so confidently repeated his charge, Dick would likely take the liar's word over mine.
Just a brief dialogue exchange from one of my favorite films of 1986.