brian-mcgee - April 17, 2018
Like any good father, my dad took me to see Look Who's Talking in the fall of 1989. The hype for the film was through the roof, and my dad being Jersey born and bred always rooted for John Travolta. He was a Jersey boy who actually made it big, and that was worth celebrating—despite the fact that these were among the darkest days in Travolta's storied career.
But I digress. If you've seen Look Who's Talking, you'll remember that the film opens with Kirstie Alley getting all hot and bothered by Hollywood quasi-legend George Segal. They're about to start knocking boots when, boom, we smash cut to a shot of sperm rushing through her reproductive system to the sound of Brian Wilson letting us know that he and the other Beach Boys "get around."
The theater, including my father and stepmother, is in absolute hysterics. Being ten and not knowing what the fuck was going on, I just decided to play along and started laughing too. My father leans over,
"Do you know what's going on here?"
"Uh, yeah dad, totally."
"Uh huh," I muttered, resuming the laughter and hoping that the awkward moment would pass. Thankfully it did, but to this day, I don't know if my dad believed me or not. And I don't know which of my equally bad options under the circumstances would have made him madder.
Thankfully the issue never came up again, and later in life, when I did finally get it, I understand just how horribly awkward that had to have been for my dad, hearing his 10 year old son laughing his ass off at a sperm joke. Sorry dad.
Photo Credit: Splash News
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