My parents somehow let me watch Angels & Demons on TV, which, even with some trims for a PG-13, has...

• A cardinal hanging over a fireplace.
• A cardinal getting his lungs punctured by branding.
• The cardinal drowning in the fountain.
• And finally, the The Camerlengo immolating himself.

I was like 6, 7 or 8, and I was somehow not traumatized and scarred for life.

Actually a pretty good movie. The Da Vinci Code is OK, and I Inferno was... URGH! I could not understand what was even happening because the movie has constant handheld shakey cam during the action scenes. By the time we reached the climax, here and here if you even care, I had literally stopped caring and just wanted it to end. My mom hated the movie because the plot is about a virus that'll be released, and we watched it during the start of Covid. My dad was indifferent like he tends to be.

Also, fun little story about my mom: When she was about a teen, her dad had an 8mm projector, and film rolls that were 20-ish minute long trims of movies like Superman (this was probably her favourite), The Wizard of Oz, and others. Long story short, she knew how to put in the film and all that, so she snuck up on his room to a box of unlabeled rolls, grabbed one, and prepped it. To her horror it was a scene involving Sigourney Weaver and a chestburster.

For about 25 years she didn't know if it was Alien or Aliens. So when we watched both of them, Alien one weekend and Aliens the next, we got the answer. It was Aliens.