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The Guardian
a day ago
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
My 11-year-old son and I like a lot of the same films and songs. Am I doing parenthood wrong?
Some things you know without being told. Kids reached peak summer holiday boredom last week – on 12 August to be precise – according to a survey. If you're a parent you may have laughed hollowly there, in the unlikely event you still have enough energy. Exhausted and bankrupt after standing in endless queues for more wholesome activities, we've started Cinema Club, which is totally different from just watching a film on the sofa, in ways I'll explain, er, later. I was excited to share a particular childhood favourite of mine with my son, who turned 11 a fortnight ago, although this can be a risky business (ooh, is he too young to watch Risky Business?). Showing your offspring movies you remember fondly but haven't seen in decades is often disappointing. Sometimes, they are so slow to get going that everyone loses interest, and many have aged astonishingly badly and are now problematic, to put it lightly. Luckily, the 1988 body-swap comedy Big was a hit straight away – fast paced, funny and poignant. The giant piano dance routine completely holds up. The only issue? A sex scene I'd forgotten. The protagonist has an adult form but is really 13 years old, and that wasn't even why it was awful. I recall the excruciating experience of enduring these kind of TV moments with my mum and dad all too well. How two onscreen minutes could feel as if they lasted roughly nine millennia. Cheeks burning, buttocks clenched, dying inside. I'd never considered if it was as embarrassing for them as for me, which I now presume it must have been because boy-oh-boy did that part of Big go on for ever. Oddly, it felt exactly the same as it did back then, despite being on the other side, the grownup. Being a parent is different now; 40 is the new 30, so we feel younger than our parents did at this age. The only involvement my parents had in the music I was listening to was yelling, 'Turn it down!' up the stairs. However, my son and I share a love of the pop star Lola Young. I'm not sure if that's OK, for a few reasons. There are clean mixes of her songs, but you have to ask Spotify, or whatever you're using, for them specifically, or you're treated to lyrics that make you long for the comparatively tame lovemaking of Tom Hanks. But worse than the awkward conversations some of the spicy versions have provoked is the uncomfortable feeling all is not right with the world. The title of Young's second album, released last year, is a bit too on the nose: This Wasn't Meant For You Anyway. Maybe she has a point. I'm not sure if my kid and I are allowed to like the same things, if I should be disapproving rather than singing along. Have the times a-changed or am I doing parenthood wrong? The traditional role of the parent here is to be terminally uncool and not get it. To suspect that the Beatles are bad influences because of their hairstyles, to get outraged over Madonna's antics. Not to be vogueing around the kitchen in a conical bra, like the 'I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom' from Mean Girls. It isn't just Young, I am also a huge fan of YouTuber Ryan Trahan. My kid and I learned the viral Charli xcx Apple dance together (not to post on social media, I hasten to add). My husband is a dab hand at Mario Kart on the Nintendo Switch and they race regularly. These are not pastimes we grin and bear, like watching Frozen again, or the lengthy train obsession that meant we spent most weekends standing on cold platforms, waving our blue hands at drivers as they passed by. This is all of us genuinely enjoying what we're doing, nobody faking it or making any kind of sacrifice. It goes the other way too – our boy's first proper late nights were due to the wait for the next episode of The Traitors being unbearable. He accidentally overheard a podcast I love, Dax Shepard's Armchair Expert, and now listens every week with me on purpose. And recently he joined us down a Sean Hayes wormhole that culminated in a Will & Grace marathon in which he demonstrated admirable stamina. Maybe the secret is not to question it. Perhaps this is actually the sweet spot. The teenage years are fast approaching, in about five minutes, us thinking that anything is good will probably be the kiss of death. I can only pray, when that dark day comes, I get custody of Lola Young.
The Guardian
2 days ago
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
My 11-year-old son and I like a lot of the same films and songs. Am I doing parenthood wrong?
Some things you know without being told. Kids reached peak summer holiday boredom last week – on 12 August to be precise – according to a survey. If you're a parent you may have laughed hollowly there, in the unlikely event you still have enough energy. Exhausted and bankrupt after standing in endless queues for more wholesome activities, we've started Cinema Club, which is totally different from just watching a film on the sofa, in ways I'll explain, er, later. I was excited to share a particular childhood favourite of mine with my son, who turned 11 a fortnight ago, although this can be a risky business (ooh, is he too young to watch Risky Business?). Showing your offspring movies you remember fondly but haven't seen in decades is often disappointing. Sometimes, they are so slow to get going that everyone loses interest, and many have aged astonishingly badly and are now problematic, to put it lightly. Luckily, the 1988 body-swap comedy Big was a hit straight away – fast paced, funny and poignant. The giant piano dance routine completely holds up. The only issue? A sex scene I'd forgotten. The protagonist has an adult form but is really 13 years old, and that wasn't even why it was awful. I recall the excruciating experience of enduring these kind of TV moments with my mum and dad all too well. How two onscreen minutes could feel as if they lasted roughly nine millennia. Cheeks burning, buttocks clenched, dying inside. I'd never considered if it was as embarrassing for them as for me, which I now presume it must have been because boy-oh-boy did that part of Big go on for ever. Oddly, it felt exactly the same as it did back then, despite being on the other side, the grownup. Being a parent is different now; 40 is the new 30, so we feel younger than our parents did at this age. The only involvement my parents had in the music I was listening to was yelling, 'Turn it down!' up the stairs. However, my son and I share a love of the pop star Lola Young. I'm not sure if that's OK, for a few reasons. There are clean mixes of her songs, but you have to ask Spotify, or whatever you're using, for them specifically, or you're treated to lyrics that make you long for the comparatively tame lovemaking of Tom Hanks. But worse than the awkward conversations some of the spicy versions have provoked is the uncomfortable feeling all is not right with the world. The title of Young's second album, released last year, is a bit too on the nose: This Wasn't Meant For You Anyway. Maybe she has a point. I'm not sure if my kid and I are allowed to like the same things, if I should be disapproving rather than singing along. Have the times a-changed or am I doing parenthood wrong? The traditional role of the parent here is to be terminally uncool and not get it. To suspect that the Beatles are bad influences because of their hairstyles, to get outraged over Madonna's antics. Not to be vogueing around the kitchen in a conical bra, like the 'I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom' from Mean Girls. It isn't just Young, I am also a huge fan of YouTuber Ryan Trahan. My kid and I learned the viral Charli xcx Apple dance together (not to post on social media, I hasten to add). My husband is a dab hand at Mario Kart on the Nintendo Switch and they race regularly. These are not pastimes we grin and bear, like watching Frozen again, or the lengthy train obsession that meant we spent most weekends standing on cold platforms, waving our blue hands at drivers as they passed by. This is all of us genuinely enjoying what we're doing, nobody faking it or making any kind of sacrifice. It goes the other way too – our boy's first proper late nights were due to the wait for the next episode of The Traitors being unbearable. He accidentally overheard a podcast I love, Dax Shepard's Armchair Expert, and now listens every week with me on purpose. And recently he joined us down a Sean Hayes wormhole that culminated in a Will & Grace marathon in which he demonstrated admirable stamina. Maybe the secret is not to question it. Perhaps this is actually the sweet spot. The teenage years are fast approaching, in about five minutes, us thinking that anything is good will probably be the kiss of death. I can only pray, when that dark day comes, I get custody of Lola Young.
Egypt Today
29-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Egypt Today
Free Screening of Seeking Haven For Mr. Rambo at the Cairo Opera House on April 30
The poster of Seeking Haven For The Cairo Opera House's Cinema Club offers a free screening of the film Seeking Haven For Mr Rambo on Wednesday, April 30, at 7 PM at the Small Theater in the Cairo Opera House. Following the screening, film critic Marwan Emara will host a discussion with the film's producer, Rasha Hosny. "Seeking Haven for Mr. Rambo" tells the story of "Hassan", a young man in his thirties who rediscovers himself on a quest to save his dog and best friend "Rambo". He is forced to confront the fears of his past. Hence, "Hassan" seeks to save himself and "Rambo" from an unknown fate after getting involved in a serious incident without guilt. Overnight, his neighbour, Karem, as well as the residents of the neighbourhood, start chasing him. The events also shed light on multiple details in Hassan's life and his relationship with those around him. The film is director Khaled Mansour's first feature-length narrative after directing a number of short films that were screened in several international and regional festivals. It is written by screenwriter Mohamed El-Hosseiny, starring rising actor Essam Omar, as his first cinematic experience, Rakin Saad, Sama Ibrahim, co-founder of the musical group Sharmoofers, Ahmed Bahaa, as his first acting experience, Sama Ibrahim, and other young talents and guest stars. "Seeking Haven for Mr. Rambo" is produced by Mohamed Hefzy from Film Clinic and by producer Rasha Hosny, who is making her debut in feature film production.
