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When I was 8 years old, in Mexico City, I came down to the kitchen one night at around nine and my parents where sitting at the table, looking at the paper. My father said, "look, they're showing Moby Dick at ten. Let's go." So they took me, in my pajamas, to see John Huston's Moby Dick, with Gregory Peck, on a school night. I loved the movie. I've never seen it again, but I haven't forgotten it. I fell asleep on the way home and missed school the next day. It was my most memorable movie-going experience, because, let's face it, I missed school to go see a movie. But the movie is great.
I think boys older than seven would dig it. I remember it being slow-going at first, but thrilling once they where at sea.
Back then, I also loved The Return of the Pink Panther and The Thief of Bagdad, the one with Sabu.
The Thief of Bagdad, Man!
