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When I was 11, I was obsessed with the movie The Shining. I hadn’t seen it. A boy in my class who I liked had a t-shirt that said ‘redrum’ on it, and when I asked what it meant, he did the ‘redrum’ finger thing. “What’s that?” I asked. “Are you dumb?” he snorted. "You've never seen ?" I spent the next month peppering dad with entreaties to let me rent The Shining, starting with the standard PowerPoint presentation bullet-pointing its merits as a film, and ending with an unassuming video I had edited that had barely noticeable blips of the movie’s poster overlaid with the words “Let Bridget watch The Shining”. He applauded the creativity but the decree remained: no M movies until I was 13.
