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Oh, DAMN, Fright Night! I'd almost forgotten that one. Reminds me of a slightly OT story:
When we lived in Germany, my dad would take the whole family out for movie night once a month or so. We'd go eat at KFC (brand new to Berlin) and then off to the base theater for whatever movie they had, usually something released 2-3 weeks before in the US.
Now, I was about 6 years old, my sister a year older. When we got to Germany, my parents explained to us in detail how joking about Nazis, swastikas, or any associated painful memories is very bad, and could land us in trouble. We got the point.
My dad takes us to movie night one weekend, raving about the film we're gonna see, how it cleaned house at the box office, yadda yadda. And it was a pretty damn good movie, right up to the part at the end where there were a bunch of melting Nazis screaming their guts out. Me and sis were hunkered down in the floor covering our eyes! But still, Raiders of the Lost Ark was something I could go back and watch again even a couple of years later.
The kicker was later that year, on what became our LAST movie night. Dad's fired up about this movie, we go in, and me and my sis were kinda scared - it was a horror film, after all. But when the werewolves in Nazi uniforms went rampaging through the house, shooting, burning, mutilating, and eating the whole family, spewing blod everywhere while The Muppet Show blared in the background? Yeah, me and sis JETTED out to the lobby, with mom following shortly afterward.
My dad sat & watched the rest of An American Werewolf In London while the three of us waited, and I'm sure mom cut him off for a long time because of it.
Took me about ten or twelve years before I could bring myself to finish watching that movie, and I still dislike horror flicks a lot. It actually took me three tries to watch all of Fright Night; same thing with A Nightmare on Elm Street.
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"Peace" is when nobody's shooting. A "Just Peace" is when we get what we want. - Bill Mauldin
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