When your dad asks you to go to the movies with him because his original date — your mom — is sick and can’t go, confirm the movie you are seeing before you commit. In 1980, we didn’t have the internet, so I was depending on his mature, grown-up ability to decipher what would be bad and/or good for a 13 year old girl to see. Actually let me rephrase. A daughter and father to see. Together. According to today’s standards, The Blue Lagoon isn’t bad. In fact, it is pretty “G” rated compared to what modern movie production companies consider to be low threat to a kid’s psyche.
I recall that there were loin cloths, nude shots, sex scenes and the moment a teenage girl gets her period for the first time. Oh, I forgot. She also gives birth. Remember, she was about the age I was at the time. To make matters worse, the two main characters were cousins. To rephrase what I’m sure my 13 year old brain was saying to itself, “totally gross.”
I was red with embarrassment. The only thing I wanted to do was get on my hands and knees and make myself disappear under the seat in front of me. Honestly, I don’t think I could look my dad in the eye for a week.
I recently caught part of that movie on some cable show. It’s filled with plenty of cheese, but not much else. The “sex” scenes weren’t too revealing and Brooke’s hair was glued to her boobs during the entire film. But through the eyes of a prepubescent 13 year old girl, it may as well have been porn. Porn that was watched with her dad. Totally gross. I’m sure “Herbie Goes Bananas” was playing in the theater next door. That probably would have been a better choice. Surely, Herbie’s headlights were a little less intimidating.