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My dad always loved this movie and played it alot when I was a kid, but it’s not for me, laurs
Thanks Laura! I wonder how often parental favourites get passed on to the next generation. My dad liked to watch Sabrina (1954), which is a good movie but not one on my personal playlist.
Well I know I’ve been trying to pass on some movies to my children but they’re not interested so when is Flash Gordon which they said is just way too campy and corny
Well, Flash Gordon certainly is campy and corny! But fun.
Agreed alex.
My father loved Gunga Din (1939).
On the theme of reactions to the movie under discussion: In the Where’s Poppa? (1970) some Central Park muggers force George Segal to strip: “You ever seen the Naked Prey, with Cornel Wilde? Well, you better pray, because you’re going to be naked.”
Did any of that love of Gunga Din pass on to you? It’s interesting, just considering the question more broadly, that I inherited almost none of my father’s tastes or interests. We were very close in a lot of ways, but read different books, liked different movies. And it was more than just generational. Even our tastes when it came to old books and movies varied.
I still have not seen Where’s Poppa? even though it’s been on my list of movies I’ve been meaning to watch for many years now.
My father was a science fiction reader so that interest was passed along to us. I see why he liked Gunga Din (he probably saw it in the theatre as a kid) but I’m not wild about Cary Grant in his frenetic mode. My high school friends laughed inappropriately when Sam Jaffe is killed in mid-trumpet blast, causing a sour note as he collapses.