My sister and I accomplished more-or-less watching it (again, on network TV) by taking turns running interference with my mother, who as far as I know, is still none the wiser 25 years later.īackground, Part 1: After making a direct sequel to the original Halloween in 1981, John Carpenter and co-producer Debra Hill undertook to make a new, stand-alone Halloween-themed movie to be released every October. So, the few times that I did get away with seeing a verboten feature became all the more memorable (I remember seeing a network-TV edit of Jaws 3 when I spent the night a friend’s house when I was 10 or 11 and really feeling like I was getting away with something!), no matter how terrible the actual movie was.Įnter Halloween III: Season of the Witch, the universally reviled, Michael Meyers-free second sequel to the John Carpenter classic (Leonard Maltin gives it his no-stars “BOMB” rating and notes that it is “genuinely repellent” in his review). At any rate, that is how I got to be almost 30 before I actually saw A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Although, to be fair, I think most of the time my parents had probably forgotten exactly how raunchy, say, Trading Places actually was. An Annoying Autobiographical Pause: There was a de facto ban on horror movies, or at least “slasher movies” throughout my childhood, which is somewhat odd in retrospect, considering that we were allowed to watch pretty much all of the R-rated comedies we wanted to.
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