I remember being....6 or 7 and walking into my Aunts living room and this was one. All I remember was the big snake thing bursting out of the black guys (Mr.Hudson now) chest. My aunt came in the living room and I guess I had the remote in my hand and was crying my eyes out at the scene, and she asks me 'Why don't you just turn it off?'
my response?
'I caaaaan't' (tears running down my eyes)
Thus began my love affair with violent and chaotic imagery. Thanks Cinema.