When I was about three years old, my parents allowed me to watch a John Waters movie. It was a copy recorded from television. I’m not sure if it was recorded specifically for me or if my parents recorded it for themselves to watch later and I just happened to get my sticky fingers on it and ram it into the VCR one day when I got tired of shoving Hot Wheels in there. It seems quite reckless of them now, but perhaps they didn’t know who John Waters was or perhaps they were too busy with my new little brother to notice at the time. What ever the reason, I sure am glad they did decide to show me / didn’t stop me because that movie has been my very favourite ever since. Good thing that movie was Cry-Baby, it could have been a lot worse.
