StephenOABC saidI remember not liking Deathtrap, the movie. I brought my aunt to see it. It was absolutely horrible to think I was going to bond nicely with my aunt over movies as we had enjoyed watching movies at her house when she took care of me when her sister/my mom needed someone to watch me.
I don't think my aunt or I had ever seen major male movies stars kiss. We didn't want to see that.
This reminds me of the time in the early '90s that I brought my aunt, newly relocated to NYC and miserable about it, to an off-Broadway play called "The Secretaries."
She was miserable because she'd just sold her house and bought a Florida condo in a retirement community at 54 without checking the bylaws to learn that if you were single and under 55 you couldn't live there, and had to move in, nearly broke, with another aunt in Brooklyn to commute every day to the city for a year as a secretary, a job my Brooklyn aunt got her, to pay the bills.
So here I was thinking myself the good nephew bringing her to a play about secretaries turning the tables on their male bosses, like the film "9 to 5," for some light frothy fun. What I didn't know was that aside from some onstage lesbian action they did it by going homicidal at the full moon and ax murdering them, but not before performing their monthly ritual of steeping their tampons in their teacups since they been together so long they shared the same menstrual cycle. At that point I practically dove under the chair in embarrassment.
*edit* Ooooh, look! It's since been made into a film and appears to be regularly performed at universities!