Discrepancy.
Can someone explain to me why my parents let us watch Critters, the scariest movie ever in the whole wide world, that forever rendered me unable to sleep with a limb dangling off the side of the bed lest a critter bite it off, but refused to let us see A Fish Called Wanda?
Really. I think I'd be far less scarred and tainted after seeing John Cleese prance around naked speaking in Russian than seeing little freaky hairy monsters bounce around and kill sweet, innocent, slumbering children.
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