I saw a movie called, The Rose (1979). Mum dropped me and Z off there for some reason and clearly didn't know what the movie was. I was nine and say there thinking, what the everlovin' fuck is this fucken shit.
I didn't understand any of it but the popcorn and soda went down well.
I think I would still get scarred by having to watch a Bette Midler movie.
Yeah, it scarred me. My team of psychologists in the funny farm says I can blame everything on it. Fuck you Bette Midler!