When I was nine years old...
...I asked my mom if she would take me to see this movie. She said that if there was any cursing in it, we couldn't see any more PG movies. I agreed to that condition, and we saw it at the Miner's Theater. It had abundant cursing in it, as did most PG movies of the era (nothing horrific, but its share of "TV words," plus the occasional "ass" or "S.O.B.", etc).
I don't recall the movie being particularly exceptional, especially when I saw it on cable a few years later. Still, my most vivid memory of it comes a few months later, when the first preview for "The Empire Strikes Back" debuted ("Darth Vader"...is BACK! Han Solo...is BACK!"). I ran into the kitchen and talked a mile a minute: "MomIknowyousaidnomorePGmoviesbutIjustsawthepreviewforthenewStarWarsmovieanditsratedPGandcanwepleasegoseeitanywaypleasepleasepleeeeEEEEase???"
She smiled and nodded her head. Of course we could. Turns out she was a big fan of the original anyway (and a movie buff in general), which I came to learn throughout my teen years). I jumped for joy, ignoring the smirks and giggles of my sister and her boyfriend, who had been talking with Mom in the kitchen.
Thanks for indulging me by reading my rather boring slice of Americana.