Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, vodka in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO what a ride!"
I saw the Lost Boys way too young probably about 10, as a result I remember being **** scared that vampires were going to get me for months after, same with the original It, was convinced Pennywise was going to come out the plughole and get me
Having thought about all that back I'm starting to think my Dad doesn't like me
I still vividly remember the first time I seen it, can't say that about many films. Stand by me sticks in my brain as knowing I'd just watched something special, and couldn't believe I'd not seen it previously (I was 15, baked and sat up late during the summer hols) when I watched this for the first time.