Simple and effective, I guess.
When I was about six, my parents took me to a movie that happened to be playing at Radio City Music Hall at Christmastime. The Rockets did their thing. This wasn’t the first time we went to a move this time of year there for that.
Anyway, I forget what this movie was called or what it really was about it. As best I can recall, it was set early in the 20th century is some Muslim country and some American, for some reason I think he was a mercenary, was a key character.
In one scene, a criminal was executed by being tied down on the ground and a large knife was shown. I am not sure how much they showed of what went on because I closed my eyes. My mother exclaimed something about how they had slashed his throat.
Over the years, for some reason or another, I’ve thought about this. I guess it was slightly traumatic for me at the time. I never got around to asking my father if he remembered this incident and what movie it was. Now my parents are gone.
I wonder why the movie was playing at Christmastime where it was playing. I don’t recall it having been even remotely tied to Christmas in any way. But I was only six, so I could have easily missed picking up on something older people had no trouble with.