Okay, embarrassment and traumatic. When I was a teenager, I paid to see Tony Danza's opus She's Out Of Control. I've never lived that one done.
But thinking about that one, it reminded me of the traumatic. I was a wee lad of about five. In the early part of 1980, I think, my mom took me and my brother to see Star Wars in the theater, one of the many rereleases leading up to Empire. I was so excited, because I hadn't seen it for probably two years, upon it's initial release. Of course, the showing was sold out. We couldn't go see a later showing, due to time constraints. So instead of just going home, which would have been preferred, she bought tickets to Going Ape, that other Tony Danza masterpiece. I was so pissed. Even stopping on the way home and being able to buy a new Star Wars action figure was not enough compensation. What a trade off, Star Wars for the Danza and the Devito, and a shitload of apes.
Hold me closer, Tony Danza
Inna Danny Devito baby