Little Big Man. Whenever it was on we would watch it until the end. My brother and I still quote it to each other. With RollerBall and Deliverance running behind.
My Dad and I never watched this together… he didn't need to watch it because he lived it. All he ever told me about his service was, NAVY; Seabee; South Pacific. He had a strong resemblance to JW, and seeing this movie as a child connected me to him in a way he couldn't (or wouldn't) communicate to me. He finally admitted to me that he was there, a couple of years before he died. Watching it since his death provides me with the "Brian's Song" moment…
On a lighter note, after he retired, my mom told me he would set an alarm for the middle of the night, and get up to watch Cheech and Chong movies, and Porky's, on HBO…he also loved Animal House and Caddyshack, so I got that going for me…
None. My father and I do not share taste for the same things.
We watched football
Can't think of a movie
I can't even say that … I purposefully picked team that he hated (Canes). I loved the Dolphins; he didn't care about the NFL. I guess we now have the latter in common.
I learned from my Daddy that Kelly's Heroes is the greatest war film ever made.
Before the 2016 Stanford game we had a few hours to kill and saw Hell or High Water at the theater on 45th. I had no prior knowledge of what it was about so it worked out pretty good that it happened to be an all time classic right before an all time classic ass kicking of Old Stanford.
Fucking finally! @haie and I agree on a classic film.
One night my dad brought home Porky's to watch with the family, much to my mother's displeasure. That's probably mine.
I'm sure I would have liked it anyways, but Swiss Family Robinson.
None that I can remember.
Same. Thousands of games - in person and on TV.
Would give my left nut for one more time.
The only movies I remember watching with my dad were Return of the Jedi and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom in the theater and Blazing Saddles when we finally got a VCR at home. My dad only watched football for the most part.
It was my mom that took me to movies. Saw The Sound of Music at a fancy downtown Seattle theater. Saw Five Easy Pieces. Sally Struthers nude sitting next to mom. Same with Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
She took me and the boys to Southcenter to watch American Graffiti
Then i got a car
My dad was in Top Gun, but that movie would be a homoerotic masterpiece either way. Other than that, he has absolutely terrible taste in movies.
My mom took me to the Godfather, True Grit, Dog Day Afternoon, American Graffiti, and others. I can remember the uncomfortable feeling seeing my first movie boobs sitting next to her, LOL…
My Dad loved Patton.
Also, which dad?
Old man Nacho loves watching sports but if nothing was on, he was quick to find a movie.
Him and my uncle once went to a movie and Mama Nacho asked how the movie was. He replied “it was good, there was a lot of shooting.”
I loved watching action and war movies with him when I was a kid. It’s tough trying to nail down just one but I think the one movie would be Where Eagles Dare. It’s a spy/who dunnit flick taking place in a war so it wasn’t the normal John Wayne type war movie.
father, raised in Texas during the depression and WWll, blazing saddles. Although he rarely watched movies.
My mother, the jackass movies. The one where the dude took a shit in the hardware store made her cackle till she cried. She loved watching people do dumb shit.
Road to Perdition was another great one.
Zulu
The Last of the Mohicans
Full Metal Jacket
My favorite mob movie. Better than anything by Scorcese, IMO.
I watched Total Recall on VHS at a VRBO last night. I forgot that they were mining "turbinium."
Makes unobtanium sound reasonable.
The bad guys were pre-superstar Daniel Craig (fucking amazing in it, set him up for Layer Cake another all-timer) and fucking bald/serial killer Jude Law.
Tom Hanks has some quote about it being the best movie he's ever been a part of.
I always assumed you were in your late 30s early 40s. Au contraire
Dad would let us stay up past our bedtime and watch Tommy Boy
I stopped in to see my pops one day near the end of his year long bout with cancer. He was having a rough day so I wanted to take his mind off fighting that fucking disease by watching a movie together. I asked what he wanted to watch. He told me, I called my best friend who owned a video store, and in 15 min he delivered the movie to the house. For the next 2h and 8 min we sat together in silence taking in The Pride of The Yankees. I had never watched the movie before, so at the end I'm a fucking mess trying to keep my composure. My dad passed a week later and I'm glad we had that moment together when we did.
Every year on his birthday I pour myself a stiff one from a special bottle of whiskey and watch The Pride of The Yankees.
You bastard. You made me tear up.
I cried
anything with Sandra Bulluck in it.
