After a good night's sleep and time to reflect, thirteen year-old Iris appeared to have recovered from watching "Silence of the Lambs." She said to me, "Momdude, I want to watch 'Clockwork Orange.'"
I quailed. "That's too much for me. I can't watch that again." I saw the X-rated version of "Clockwork Orange" my freshman year of college, at one of the popular dollar movie nights at the giant Warren Towers dorm, and found it far too intense.
"Why? What happens?"
"Too violent!" I didn't even want to go into details.
"Can I read the book?"
"Yes. Go ahead."
Wouldn't have thought that "Singin' in the rain" could be spoiled, and yet....
Post a Comment