Growing up, movies seemed to be part of my birthday celebrations a lot. I have fond memories of going with a bunch of friends to see Superman on one birthday, and Star Wars on another.
As I got older, these parties moved out of the theater, and in to my living room, and January 23rd, 1982 was one of those birthdays where I gathered a bunch of friends for a sleepover and forced them over the course of two days to watch The Wanderers, Halloween, Times Square, Carrie, and An American Werewolf in London. And all of those movies, save Times Square, (kind of), were really not what you'd typically be showing a room full of 11 and 12-year-olds.
But, as far as I know, none of those friends was permanently scarred or altered by watching those movies, (but if you're an old friend reading this, and were, please lay in to me about it!), so I'm going to deem the evening a perfectly acceptable slumber party.
Since there are so many movies involved on that date, and since it is, once again, my birthday week--and I'm not having a movie party this time, but am, instead, at Disneyland, which is, kind of amusingly, something I actually never did as a kid to celebrate my birthday, but have done several times as an adult--I'm going to spread out discussion of those films over several days.
In the meantime, here's a moment from The Wanderers, a movie I must have watched at least 20 times in my lifetime. (At least!) Don't fuck with the Wongs!
As I got older, these parties moved out of the theater, and in to my living room, and January 23rd, 1982 was one of those birthdays where I gathered a bunch of friends for a sleepover and forced them over the course of two days to watch The Wanderers, Halloween, Times Square, Carrie, and An American Werewolf in London. And all of those movies, save Times Square, (kind of), were really not what you'd typically be showing a room full of 11 and 12-year-olds.
But, as far as I know, none of those friends was permanently scarred or altered by watching those movies, (but if you're an old friend reading this, and were, please lay in to me about it!), so I'm going to deem the evening a perfectly acceptable slumber party.
Since there are so many movies involved on that date, and since it is, once again, my birthday week--and I'm not having a movie party this time, but am, instead, at Disneyland, which is, kind of amusingly, something I actually never did as a kid to celebrate my birthday, but have done several times as an adult--I'm going to spread out discussion of those films over several days.
In the meantime, here's a moment from The Wanderers, a movie I must have watched at least 20 times in my lifetime. (At least!) Don't fuck with the Wongs!
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