South Pacific (1958)

When I was nine or ten years old, my best friend and I were walking around Washington Terrace sucking on ice that we had stolen out of the freezer chest at the Smith's Food King.  As we walked along we began to dial 911 at all of the different pay phones.  We would wait for an answer, pretend to be injured, and then hang up the phone.  Eventually a cop pulls up along side us as we are walking down the street and asks us if we had been prank calling 911.  As any good young boy would do, we lied and told him no, in fact, it was two other boys that were walking in the other direction who were making the calls.  Well the cop looked at us and knew instantly that we were lying.  He told us we should not be doing it and drove off.  WE LIED TO A COP.  We both dropped the ice from our hands and walked in separate directions to our respective homes.  We were sick to our stomachs; when I got home my mom was watching this movie on the TV.  Ever since then, when I have heard a song from this musical I have gotten sick.  It was just the other night that I was able to watch this show for the first time with my boys without guilt or feeling ill.  I loved the music, but hated the cinematic direction the film makers took with it.  Would I watch the movie again?  No, but I would love to see a stage production of this musical.