Just read a Grauniad piece on the British #reclassification of #WatershipDown (https://www.theguardian.com/film/2023/jul/21/no-more-newborns-watership-down-has-been-upgraded-to-a-pg-itll-still-terrify-children), and realised I’ve never actually seen the film.
It stumped me for a moment, but I realised why: for as long as I remember, Art Garfunkel’s #BrightEyes reduced me to tears. I find it so incredibly sad and beautiful.
I reacted this way to a lot of things as a kid, most of which I grew out of. This one stuck, though; it’s dissuaded me from ever seeing the movie.
(HT @JugglingWithEggs)
(In hindsight, I feel sorry for most of my early childhood teachers. Dealing with a weird, smart, emotionally dysregulated, occasionally violent child with a mentally ill helicopter mother can’t have been easy.)