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I saw Cujo as a 6 year old and its still sitting with me 25 years later. Our house was always the summer hang out spot for my family since we had a pool, so my aunt and grandma would always go to blockbuster on Friday to get some movies. I got to rent Pokemon Stadium 2 and all I wanted to to was play the game.
I couldn't play it until I watched a movie with the family. The adults decided we should watch cujo (the perfect film for kids aged 8, 6, 5 and 4 right?)
I still have weird memories of watching the movie, getting freaked out and burying my head in the couch to try and not see or hear anything. After the movie my grandma said I could go play my game, and I still associate the Golbat mini game with it since the dog got rabies from a bat.
So next time you want your grandkid to bond with you, don't fucking scar them ok?
Mars Attacks! was very poorly marketed. I remember the commercials for it seeming tame and asking my parents to take me to the theater to see it and it fucked me up for a few good weeks. We didn't even stay to the end, but I had nightmares about it that very same night.
There was a movie with Rosie O’Donnell called Exit to Eden. My mom was not particularly uptight about us seeing R rated stuff and the previews made it look like a slightly dirty comedy. It was Rosie O’Donnell in like…the 90’s so I mean…she did not look into it any further than that.
Turns out it’s basically a soft core porno with a couple funny bits and it was extremely awkward to sit through.
The movie (that I literally didn't know existed until right this moment) is based on a novel by Anne Rice, under the pen name Anne Rampling.
She also wrote a series of BDSM novels about Sleeping Beauty under the pen name A. N. Roquelaure.
A looooooot of porn.
The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I’m scarred for life :/
Watched old horror movies all the time with my grandfather growing up. None of that was scary. Watching Chuckey when I was probably 8 with my brother was terrifying. Didn't help we had one of those big my buddy type dolls in the house. I think I was Chuckey for Halloween that year.
I watched Borat with my dad when I was 9.
My mom led horror movies but was too scared to watch them alone.
For some reason she thought kids don't really remember things until around 6 years old.
So with her I watched hellraiser, IT, Freddy Krueger, Chuckee, The Thing (Carpenter version), Amytiville horror, Pet Sementary, Alien, the exorcist, and some others when I was 4 and 5.
Only ones that really freaked me out as a kid was Chuckee, and that hellraiser movie where pinhead comes out of a screen specifically (the third hellraiser I think?). Alien and Amytiville were my favorite ones.
I like Wolfie's Just Fine's song about this exact experience https://youtu.be/qG8iAtpavK4?si=VzTW2qGWlJ7Lg9f0
Revenge of the Nerds when I was 7. Adult forgot about the peephole scene.
Brain Damage. Scary and way too sexual for a little kid.
I was around 7 and my much older brother convinced me to stay up until very late in the evening when the dirty softcore stuff was on tv. Must have been midnight or whatever. Finally it started... I don't know what I expected but I was like "that's it??!" It was so boring! Fell asleep a minute later.
Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom, when I was like 8. Was all fun and games until they ripped that slaves heart out and dunked it into the lava, or something to that extent. It's been a while since I last watched it, the details are a bit hazy.
When I was around 10-11 my dad sat me down to watch Mulholland Drive with him (because a coworker got it confused with another, more wholesome movie)
For the most part, my neurons were plastic enough to just accept the weird surreal dream logic, but for some reason my subconscious drew the line at sex. I must have been flushing, because my dad turned to me after the movie was over and started apologizing profusely.
The only time I remember feeling that much stunned embarassment/shame at watching a movie was when I got my sister Enter The Void as a gift, having never seen it. (Great movie, but the incestual implications make it hard to watch with family).
Now I'm a lesbian. Mulholland Drive got to me young enough to forever warp my sexuality. (Enter The Void, luckily, did not).
...i don't know that i shouldn't've seen it, but the 1978 invasion of the body snatchers was my introduction to existential horror at the ripe age of seven years...
...what shouldn't i have seen?..about a year earlier, a family friend handed-down a big brown grocery bag stacked to the rim with pre-code EC horror comics: that was some teeth-gnashingly gruesome stuff...
- The Neverending Story: STARTS with a horse DYING FROM SADNESS and the movie is about existence being devoured by nothingness.
- Nightmare on Elm Street: where the fuck were my parents?!
- Time Bandits: the cages floating in the void, the dwarves being chased down a corridor, the parents die to evil at the end...don't they? Ambiguous existential dread all around this one.
- The Thing: no clear childhood memories or nightmares but I know I saw it before I was 10.
- Reanimator: ditto for The Thing.
- The Shining
- Cat People