My parents have a notoriously bad history when it comes to choosing movies. They were married in 1972 (Today is their 52nd anniversary!), the year of Deliverance. And, of course, they saw it in the theatre. Likewise, they unwittingly paid to see films like A Clockwork Orange throughout their twenties and even into their fifties, when they took me to see…
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