- Grease
I know, right? Grease seems so innocuous by today's standards. But my Mom was flat out disgusted by this movie. Was it Olivia Newton-John’s skin tight leather pants? No. Was it the drive-in make-out scene where John Travolta gets his balls slammed in the car door? Nope. It was one single phrase in one single song that forever banished Grease to the household smut pit: “The chicks will cream for Greased Lightning.” Perhaps the fact that I’ve never forgotten that phrase is testament that she was probably right.
- Raiders Of The Lost Ark
Face-melt scene, FTW! It’s completely awesome and classic and all that, but I was like 9 years old in the theater watching this. I wouldn’t let my son watch it now, and it’s fairly tame by today’s standards. This was like 1981! ‘Nuff said.
- Buck Rogers In The 25th Century
Before it was a classic, campy sci-fi TV series it was a classic, campy sci-fi movie with space shuttles, little robots with talking Flava-Flav clocks and Erin Gray in skin-tight spacesuits:
Let’s just say that Erin Gray had something of an impact on my dark and sticky path to manhood. Hmmm…
Before this turns into a Cracked.com ‘why classic entertainment is actually stupid’ article, let me get to the point: Although my Mom was not willing to allow me to actually witness the movies of my day, she would buy me the novelization of any movie I asked for. Her reasoning of course was “Well, at least he’s reading.” That what I was reading was often more descriptive in its violence and sex than the movies were ever allowed to be was kind of my little secret. You know like, until now.
For example – the commercials for the Michael Douglas/Kathleen Turner flick Romancing The Stone presented it as a comedic action/adventure romp through the jungle with a bumbling Danny DeVito as the ‘heavy.’ Mom decided it may be a bit too violent for me, so I got the drug using, graphic violence infused and explicit sex scenes filled paperback book version:
When I finally did watch the movie years later, I was a bit disappointed it was so tame.
Another – Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom… After getting burned by Raiders of the Lost Ark, Mom was on to Spielberg and Lucas. And in this case, rightfully so. No child under 16 or so should be allowed to see that scene when the creepy shaman guy tears the screaming slave-boy’s still-beating heart out of his chest and shows it to him as he dies. But let me tell you, reading it is the stuff of nightmares… not because it’s so gory, rather you are left to imagine what it looks like – while knowing it has been filmed and you someday CAN see it:
The final film novelization I’ll mention is one that I picked up not because of a commercial or schoolyard rumors that it was cool. I simply spotted it on the shelf, saw that it was based on a movie and grabbed it. And man am I glad I did:
I must’ve read The Last Starfighter 20 times as a kid and teenager. It’s a great book and I later found to be an equally great movie. I watched it recently with my kids and was so wrapped up in it I actually got a little choked up at the end (stupid, I know). I have such fond memories of this story that I think I’m going to run out and pick it up for my sons to read. And maybe we’ll pick up a few other books while we’re there… Is there a novelization of Zookeeper?
