SOMEDAY, YOU MAY BE READY

Was I nine? Ten? Somewhere around there.

My dad had a pretty robust approach to movies and age ratings – one somewhat at odds with his book policy. Whilst I could read pretty much whatever I liked, generally speaking, if the British Board of Film Classifications said it was only suitable for fifteen your olds and up, I was shit out of luck. Of course, if they said ‘Parental Guidance’, that was treated as good enough, which at the tender age of six led to a cinema encounter with The Temple Of Doom that I will not soon forget (see a future column for that bad boy).

So it was a rare occasion indeed where my dad would say ‘they got it wrong’ and let my younger sister and I watch a ‘fifteen’, and for that reason was a moment of deep celebration for us.

This movie was one of those times.

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