I remembered Barry Lyndon as the interminable movie that would never leave the Princeton Playhouse when I was a kid. I wanted the latest Disney flick to show up. But Barry Lyndon's poster seemed permanently glued to that facade. I began to hate flintlock pistols.
Later in life, I had the opportunity to watch it - and I was enthralled.
I don't forgive the long residence at our theatre, but understand it now.