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Thanks Dustin. Having been subjected to no fewer than five commercials for the "hilarious" roast of Larry the Cable Guy coming soon on Comedy Central while I waited for the Daily Show last night, I really appreciate the cleansing effect of seeing a redneck ripped to shreds.

boo>> I had seen Alien and The Shining by the age of 6, so I was two years up on you. Predator wasn't out yet. You were ahead of me on The Exorcist, though.

I hate both of you now, DarthCorleon and boo. You lazy bastards don't know what it's like to have to beg your parents to see something R rated. Fortunately, they stopped one day.

(That's a lie, they waited forever with me, and as soon as I could see whatever I wanted, my brother, who is two years younger than me, got to see whatever he wanted too.)

I do pity boo for all those commercials thought. It's like they've been trying to find the most unlikable person to roast for years, and the moment they do, they go out of there way to not make it funny. I'm looking at you Pamela Anderson, modern day Flavor Flav, and the death kneel of all that is funny, Bob Saget.

Ooooh, fucked up challenge! Poltergeist was my favorite movie at age 5, and by age seven (I think) I had seen Aliens, Terminator, Rosemary's Baby, Jaws, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and The Fly, to name a few.

I spent ages 11-14 having sleepovers at my friend Laine's, where her mother would let us rent whatever the hell we wanted...The People Under the Stairs, The Mangler, any stupid horror movie we wanted. Her mother also encouraged us to skinny dip and introduced me to the concept of a woman enjoying giving a blow job...we were watching Legends of the Fall (HATE) and she said, regarding Brad Pitt, "I would blow him till his ears popped."

I was shocked into silence. And then I laughed. I think that was the beginning of the Julie of Today.

I refuse to see this mess. The fifth movie was so butt awful, and they've kept that same incompetent director on board this time around. Somebody shoot him and pretend it was an accident, please.

I have vivid memories of the rape scene of "Death Wish" at 4 years of age. I love my parents, and think they made good parenting choices 99% of the time, but not when it came to taking us with them to movies to save money on babysitters.

Oh yeah, and The Exorcist at about the same time. I wasn't as disturbed by that movie because I curled up in the seat and fell asleep about 15 minutes in.

I think that was the beginning of the Julie of Today.

Then that woman deserves a medal. Of platinum. Filled with chocolate.

Since it has been raised: My childhood (and that of my generation in the family) was pretty much peppered with stuff we shouldn't be seeing. We regularly discussed the latest Elm Street movie, my dad got me copies of Robocop and Total Recall (tri-boobs!) that got played over and over again, and New Jack City introduced me to the concept of crackheads, crack workers in underwear to prevent stealing, and Wesley Snipes (which caused my lifelong distrust of him).

Oh and my dad thought it wise to let me listen to his collection of bawdy songs. I never realized how bad this was until freshman year, when my then-roommate (who introduced me to Eminem and Tnsane Clown Posse, to my utter hatred) recoiled in horror when he heard "Strokin'" by Clarence Carter.

I do believe this is why I am a lover and not a fighter to this very day. Except I am not exactly loving any either.

Dude. As long as we're talking about songs that are old and whatthefucky and seriously disconcerting, then I have to submit "Aqualung".

*shiver*

And I was never scared of movies like Predator or Alien. The Exorcist, however, ruined my shit.

On second thought, you probably just lack the muscle that makes assholes pucker. That muscle is very important for communicating terror to the brain. Don't worry; it's not your fault.

But if they're going to be anything like my husband was growing up, a neighborhood hoodlum and smart-ass, then....maybe they deserve to have the shit scared out of them so they'll stay inside at night.

This is a good parenting technique. I sat my kids down a couple of years ago and had them watch Alien, only I told them it was a documentary. Upon conmclusion of the movie I stated that I knew where they were keeping some of those specimens and if they ever misbehaved.....

Lets just say I have very well behaved kids.

I love you admin.

None of you are worse parents than me. I took my kids to see Madagascar 2.

I know, I know. There's a special place in hell...

I loved the trailer for Harry Potter: Deliverance.

I am old enough to remember seeing the original Fly. (On TV of course.) The Exorcist fucked up my shit. There was a movie called Terror Island, with these weird turtle like things. And then there's Day of the The Triffids, which, to this day, still makes me distrust Asparagus.

And while I was over 30 when I saw it, Se7en reduced me to a quivering childlike mess. Does that count?

Don't worry Ed, I shield the children from my defilerays :)

HA! What if I wear a muzzle and wrap myself in tinfoil?

Odnon, I remember those weird turtle-like things! They scared the shit out of me when I was about 6 or 7--I believe I spent a large part of the movie peeking out from behind a pillow. We didn't normally get to watch scary movies at that age, but Mom was out and my younger sister really wanted to watch it, so Dad let us. I don't think Mom was too happy about it when she got home.

I remember watching The Incredible Shrinking Man on TV and being scared spitless when the man shrinks so small that the spider could reach out a leg and smash him. That remains a disturbing memory.

And while I didn't see Twilight Zone as a kid, I remember Rod Serling's Night Gallery. It was kinda like Twilight Zone revisited in the 70's and it had some creepy images and themes. I remember one episode about a man who was slowly turned into a slug.

Trilogy of Terror (TV movie) did it for me-the scene of Karen Black calling up her mom to invite her over and then getting the carving knife, well that was just all sorts of wrong. The other 2 stories weren't bad either.

Spielberg and Lucas got away with a lot during the late '70s-early '80s as far as gore/PG ratings were concerned.

The fucking guy in Poltergeist tore his face off, for fuck's sake. PG.

This discussion probably appeared at a previous time on this site, though.