![]() It was a nightmarish hi-octane rock-'n'-roll vision of the future that both thrilled and scared the hell out of me. ![]() The stage was set with the first preview: A gang of wild mad men went roaring in ramshackle death-mobiles across the screen against the backdrop of an apocalyptic wasteland unlike anything I had ever seen. I couldn't help but wonder what my first "R" theater-going experience was going to be like. So.one Saturday afternoon my dad took me and my school pal and fellow "D&Der" Casey Dean to see Conan at the Salem Mall in Dayton, Ohio, letting us sit huddled together with our popcorn a couple of rows ahead of him. Smart call.though it eventually became a favorite horror film, it still scared the hell out of me years later when I saw it on HBO.) (For example, when one of my closest pal's mom was taking him to see John Carpenter's The Thing, my parents put the kibosh on me joining them. My parents weren't heavy-handedly strict in my media consumption, but they were responsible parents and very much believed that certain images, themes, and subject matter were and weren't age appropriate. It didn't take much wheedling to convince my dad to let me go, but he definitely wanted to accompany me. Filmic images seemed to have an express route straight to my amygdala, undoubtedly fostered by growing up in a home of cinephiles (though they weren't the kind that would have known to describe themselves as such). ![]() My parents knew that I had always been impressionable and more sensitive than your average kid. It was 1982, and I had convinced my dad that because I was a devoted reader and collector of the Conan the Barbarian comic book and Howard's short stories, I had to see the first-ever cinematic adaptation of the pulp hero. ![]() I remember vividly going to see my first R-rated movie in a theater at age 12. ![]()
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