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In response to
"In 1985, as movies shifted toward telling younger stories, one man became the unexpected poster child for arrested development. His name was Pee-wee. -- (link)"
by
Beaker 🍺
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I had a very weird experience watching this in theaters opening weekend
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the theater was a little 3-screen up the hill from my house so it was no big thing for me to walk up by myself and just watch whatever I wanted.
for PWBA I ran into two girls I went to HS with (I was going into sophomore year, they were a year older than me). I knew them casually enough to know “oh that’s so and so from school” but we weren’t friends and probably didn’t really even talk to each other at school much, if at all
but for some reason they recognized me and said we should sit together (I can’t remember if one of them came with her BF or just saw some other guy from school at the theater). so, sure, two junior girls want you to sit with them at the movies who am I to say no.
when the movie starts (which I really did want to see, being a Pee Wee fan for years) it becomes apparent that the girls have some kind of bet or this is like the game they play when they go out to the movies together. the one who came alone immediately starts getting very … physical with me. holding hands, arms over my shoulder, close contact short of actually making out or second-base hand contact.
it wasn’t unwelcome just kind of surreal that it started out of nowhere for no reason other than I guess she and her friend were having some kind of contest to see who could get furthest or something? but (1) that was easily as physical as I’d ever been with anyone and i had no real idea of what the actual boundaries with a near-total stranger in a public movie theater were; and (2) I really just was there to watch PWBA!
so nothing more than that happened, never acknowledged between us at school, never spoken of again. but that’s how I saw PWBA in 1985
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