As I’ve written before, the summer of 1996 was crucial in my development as a movie lover. It was the summer I turned 17, which meant it was my first summer with a car and the first one in which I could see R-rated movies. I wasn’t constrained by my parents’ schedules or by age restrictions; whatever I wanted to see, I saw. Whenever I wanted to go, I we…
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