Here’s a Traumafession that I’m surprised no Gen-Xer has submitted yet…
In the summer of ’77, my folks took me to the local drive-in to see ORCA. I was 8, so I’m not sure why my parents felt like a JAWS rip-off about a killer whale munching on people was appropriate. Another neglectful yet nostalgic chapter of ’70s parenting…
Anyway, my Trauma is the scene that triggers Orca to feast on RICHARD HARRIS‘ crew (and BO DEREK‘s leg):
HARRIS accidentailly harpoons Orca’s pregnant mate and reels her up to his boat’s deck. While she’s hanging there, she miscarriages — in blood-spurting slow motion — as she squeals in agony.
The baby whale plops to the deck, and what does Harris do? He hoses the poor little critter over the side like so much chum!
I was barely learning about the birds and the bees at age 8, so seeing all this water-mammal miscarrying mayhem unfold on a huge drive-in screen definitely scarred me for many moons to come.
(Shameless plug: Read my review of ORCA HERE.)