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.
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