I was nine years old in 1984 when Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was released. I had not yet seen Raiders but I was familiar with Indy and Raiders from comic books and audio adaptations and will forever hold myself for not seeing Raiders when it was released. As far as I was concerned there was absolutely zero chance that I was going to miss Temple of Doom. Boy was I ever wrong. My parents were split up at that point and my dad was living in another state so I was stuck with my mother who was doing a pretty decent job as a single parent. Except in this particular instance. When I told her I wanted to see Temple of Doom she decided to poll friend and family members like it was the freakin' Pepsi Challenge of something and... I-suffice it to say-was not allowed to see Temple of Doom. Not only "Not allowed" but forbidden like it was crack-cocaine or my fathers service revolver forbidden. When I argued the point her eyes bugged out of her head as she told me of the "heart getting ripped out" and "the eyeballs in the soup" and all the horrible, brutal, bone-crushing violence of the flick. Man did that woman ever make me want to see the flick! But she had some stupid ideas about violence in the cinema turning people into psychopaths. It's a notion I find as ludicrous now as I did then. As if people are so programmable. So stupid. The realization that a lot of the way someone turns out being more environmental then learned through entertainment was alien to her was of thinking and thusly ever time I argued that I wanted... NAY... Needed to see this picture I was shouted down by this insane banshee who once vowed through clenched teeth and staring at me with wild eyes: "YOU WILL NEVER SEE THIS MOVIE!" Well it's hard to argue with a wrong-minded nut but I was young and I was stupid and I kept losing. I got to read the comics adapation and the novelization for some reason but it wasn't really the same. The movie disappeared from theaters after a nice long run and went to home video. And yes I was still forbidden to see the sucker when it came out on VHS. Then one day I got lucky. My parents got back together and my father brought with him a videotape of Raiders of the Lost Ark. It wasn't Temple of Doom of course but in a way it was better because I got to find out what I was missing all those years by not seeing Raiders. I was missing a whole damn lot. What an exciting movie! I was as in love with it as I was any of the Star Wars movies and man did I ever want to be Indy! But still I hadn't seen Temple of Doom and according to my mother I never would. And I was sad. But life has a way of surprising people. One day when my mom was at work my dad brought home a movie he rented. It was titled: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Domm! HOOOOOOOOOOOOO-BABY! "Now don't tell your mother I let you see this" he prefaced things and I promised and I got to see the movie and I was blown away. The action. The excitement. The laughs. As an adult I know it wasn't the greatest of the Indiana Jones movies or even a great movie on it's own but to me it was the greatest experience I had ever had watching a VHS tape. Of course VHS sucks so you can see that I might be exaggerating a tad. Anyway my dad was sly and returned the tape as soon as we finished it so we couldn't get caught. And then my mother came home and I like a moron said: "GUESS WHAT I GOT TO SEE TODAY! INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Man did my dad get screamed at! Man did I ever get my revenge on my mom! That's the last time that woman ever said "NEVER" to me again! Man life is good!