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1991 was the year that the Gloucester Cinema opened up and I could walk through the woods and a couple of bogs to a movie theatre all by myself without needing a ride.  That was the summer of Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey.  I was LIVING.  By September, the theatre staff knew me by name.  I saw EVERYTHING - People Under the Stairs, Sleeping with the Enemy, Silence of the Lambs, Terminator 2!  A couple movies stand out in particular.

Child's Play 3
8.30.1991

This is not a good movie, but it's the first horror movie I ever went to by myself.

Cape Fear
11.13.1991

Scorsese.  DeNiro.  Split dipoters.  This was the moment when Jessica Lange became the embittered, callous, chain-smoking Jessica Lange parody we know and love (and fear) today.  If I had a dollar for every time I walked down the hallway to middle school chorus, imagining that I was Juliette Lewis walking into the auditorium, intent on finding an older man determined to put his finger in my mouth, I could buy us about seven grilled stuft nachos.


Freddy's Dead
9.13.1991

THIS.  Another movie I insisted on seeing alone as to not mar the experience.  I remember how everyone in the audience wore the 3D glasses for the first ten minutes before we realized that it wasn't in 3D until the last reel.

Tomorrow I'll be sure to tell you about how I wrote a four page fan letters to Norm from The Real World and how I got momma's credit cards shut down after one too many calls to Marina Sirtis on QVC.