Red faces in the Lark household last night. I had a friend round and we watched a very fine film called Mysterious Skin – highly recommended, by the way. My housemate had left me us to our dinner and DVD, but happened to arrive home just in the middle of the film’s (one) particularly graphic and nasty anal rape scene. So it looked as though we were huddled in the dark watching violent gay porn.
I was reminded of how whenever I used to try and watch a James Bond film in my teens, one of my parents would inevitably burst in just when Bond was getting it on with somebody.
Of course, James Bond never anally raped anybody (except perhaps in the Timothy Dalton ones, which I still haven’t seen). But the embarrassment factor was similar.