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.
Call it twisted, sadistic, thoughtless, or extreme, but it succeeded in convincing us that we had no idea what in the hell we were talking about.
No matter how many times I explained this to my mother, I got the feeling she was never quite convinced.
Saturday Night Fever is not a polite movie. Or a feel-good buffet of sunny escapism. It's a frequently gritty slice-of-life character drama, stocked with complicated characters, illustrating some hard, uncomfortable truths.
When I was seven years old, I happened across a local TV station broadcast of Seconds early on a Sunday morning in 1976. I caught probably 95% of the movie. In spite of my young age and the fact that it was a black & white film, I was totally transfixed by it.
Teaching through negative example, [At Close Range] was invaluable in reminding me not to associate with low-life hillbilly criminals.
Some unknown vandals had visited the park during the night and carried a picnic table from a nearby campsite down to the platform and dumped it off into the lake. Settling under the water, the table hadn't been visible from the platform, due to the lake's murkiness.