All the credit for this idea goes to Cinematical, which has been running a pretty stellar series on their authors’ favorite movie summers, which gives the writers over there a chance to wax nostalgic about the summer that they became full-on movie fans. Let’s call it your Coming of Age Summer. Our (very young) friend William Goss, for instance, came of Movie Geek Age in 1998, which was kind of a dreadful year for blockbusters: Godzilla, Lethal Weapon 4, Armageddon that was saved, somewhat, by There’s Something About Mary and Saving Private Ryan. Poor bastard. That’s no way to burst your summer of blockbusters hymen.
Tonight I’m borrowing (outright stealing) their idea and putting that question to you for the comment diversion: What was your coming of age summer, and which movies do you remember from it?
For me: It was 1988. I was 13. And it was Die Hard, Big, A Fish Called Wanda and Beetlejuice, which actually opened in April, but didn’t make it to my godforsaken town until the summer. I saw it four times in the theater and haven’t seen it since. Nor do I want to, for fear that it won’t hold up.