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rob morrisonparenting tip #513: don’t let them watch dude’s heads explode written by jenni on 02/12/07
my parents didn’t like us watching mtv or rated r movies…unless those movies were about history. we couldn’t watch music videos by the cure (too depressing) or bon jovi (too sexy), but we could watch droves and droves of men shooting at and killing each other.
i specifically remember my sister and i watching the film glory with mom and dad. it was the first time i ever witnessed a cannon ball blowing a man’s head clean off.
but it wasn’t the last. i replayed that scene from glory in my nightmares for years to come. i couldn’t find a youtube video of it, so above is the equally gory and equally watched by my preteen eyes final scene of the movie where *spoiler alert* every single main character in the movie dies horrifically.
so parents, i beg of you, if you enjoy the civil war please find healthier viewing options for your children…might i suggest for the glory: the civil war musical?
thank you.
filed under movies: 80s
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I can only remember a few things about that movie, but sadly, the one I remember most is:
They used an O Fortuna (Carmina Burana) knockoff for that final scene. It was about as annoying as using a “Rite of Spring” knockoff for Jaws. I mean, you ALMOST hear the song you know they are copying all the while that other tune is playing tug of war with it, really distracting me from the movie. I actually grit my teeth at that stuff.
(Other things I remember are: whipping, shoes, “Give em’ hell”, “monkey chil’ren”, the final scene shown above [only for the reason I stated above -- and I didn't recall much of the action] and the blurb before the final credits started [which I will not spoil here]. I do not remember a man’s head blown off.)
I saw Alien long before I was probably supposed to see it. Is it wrong that I didn’t get scared or have nightmares but, instead, became fascinated by suspense and horror?
But about the same time, I no longer accepted songs or musicals that beat a single concept to death with no forwarding of the plot or further explanation of the theme during the songs. (We get it: You could have danced all night; Now, go to bed! The phantom is inside your mind; you can stop rambling on about it now. You’re singing in the rain; You’re an idiot for doing it for 5 minutes.) Think the two events are related?