My family’s in-house censors won’t put up with toilet humour, violence or Jim Broadbent taking his trousers off, writes Jem Clarke
Jem Clarke is in his very, very early fifties, is five foot zero inches tall and has never left the family home in Cleethorpes, which he shares with his parents… Finally, at the age of 52, I’ve had a conversation with my mother about sex. I got the downstairs telly to support Netflix and was treating my parents to their first free movie on the network. They got into cinema mode: Mother tutted at the time it took me to convince the Netflix screen I wasn’t a child, while Father fell into a deep sleep. My parents have various requirements when it comes to films. It must be British and not contain toilet humour, violence or sexual language. Many genres, from thrillers to chillers, are strictly forbidden. Their sweet spot is kitchen-sink – but as far away from the sink as possible. 23 Walks was ideal. ‘Dog walkers finding later-life...
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