I wasn’t sure what to expect. But it wasn’t car chases, gunfire and a naked lady.
We settled into the plush red seats – the only ones in the cinema as I remember. But the trailer that came on before the film, turned out to be a full feature – Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, certificate X (. Not ideal for a seven or eight-year-old.
It was very long, confusing and had two guys in a car, one of whom died mysteriously. The main part that stuck in my mind was the naked woman parading for the benefit of a gardener.
Eventually that film ended and the Jungle Book began. So we watched that. Two films for the price of one.
I’m sure it was just an accident of timing of the part of my Dad. Funnily enough, as far as I know, neither of us mentioned it to my Mum when we got home. I received no instruction to hush it up. Somehow I just knew.
I suppose it could be seen as bad parenting, but I remember it as a shared time when when son and father faced an unexpected situation together. Stoical solidarity.
When my own children sing along to Jungle Book songs now*, it’s not Mowgli and Baloo who come to my mind, but Clint Eastwood and Jeff Bridges, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot.**
And, ahem, a lady called Luanne Roberts.
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* To be honest their Jungle Bok singalong days are past. Top Girl sings the charts. Top Boy does not sing. (Well, hardly ever.)
** Thunderbolt and Lightfoot – having seen it again
decades a little while later is well worth watching.