My first time épater la bourgeoisie: dinner party at my father’s boss’s place, late seventies. I was the misbehaving ten-year old who couldn’t stop whining about the science fiction movie that was going to be on TV, with James Bond! The boss’s wife had a heart and turned it on: Sean Connery in a red leather thong, and then a giant flying head comes floating by and starts talking about the penis is evil and the gun is good.
That was about as far as we got, but it left a lasting impression: movies could wig people out. Even without the boss’s dinner party, Zardoz is great campy midnight fun.
Zardoz. John Boorman, 1974. ***