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My sister’s party wasn’t on the DL, and my mother asked how the night went. The next morning, my parents returned home. I slunk back to my bedroom like a ghost and just sat in bed, staring at happier programs on my little television, but not really processing them.
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I couldn’t comprehend how someone would ever want to watch a movie like that, under any circumstances. It sounds overblown now, but back then, it was like I’d walked in on the worst imaginable thing. I was too young to understand that “laughing off sick shit” was kind of a core tenet of the communal horror movie viewing experience, and that people treated moments like those similarly to how they’d treat going on a roller coaster. I don’t know what was more shocking: The scene, or the reaction from my sister’s guy friends, who laughed hysterically at it. (Yeah, Toxic Avenger is that kind of movie.) Then the girls leap out of the car to take Polaroids of his mutilated corpse.
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Not satisfied with just ramming the poor kid, the driver then backs up right over his head, which explodes like a watermelon. If you’d rather settle for a description, the scene involves a quartet of racist punks (two guys and two girls) who’ve turned running people over into a “fun” little game. There’s also strong racist language which I can’t cut or bleep as this isn’t my upload. The scene in question is embedded below, but I’ll warn you, it’s extremely graphic and twisted, and you should NOT watch this if you’re not familiar with “harder” horror. (Even today, I’d still put it somewhere on the list.) It was the sickest and most disturbing thing I’d ever seen in a movie, at least up until that point. It was a scene from The Toxic Avenger, though I didn’t know that at the time.
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More specifically, I couldn’t believe what THEY were seeing. What was all the hooting and hollering about? I tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the wood-paneled hallway, to peer into our living room. (I have a distinct memory of eating a big bag of Ruffles chips, which I did in Classic Matt fashion: I’d put each one into my mouth sideways, and use my chipmunk teeth to break it down, ridge by ridge.)Įventually, my curiosity got the better of me. I hid out in my bedroom, which was fine by me, because my parents weren’t there and thus couldn’t stop me from running off with all of the junk food. It was the typical teenage get-together, with them watching movies while devouring pizza. While I often tried to obnoxiously integrate myself into her soirees, those guys were loud and tall. If I’ve done my math right, I was eight and she was sixteen. She made sure I ate and made sure I wasn’t on fire, but beyond that, it was a you-do-your-thing situation. As was usually the case, she only “babysat” me in quotes. One night, my parents were out of town - Atlantic City, no doubt - and I was left in my sister’s charge.
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No, I wasn’t quoting the Toys “R” Us commercials.