I saw Robert Altman's Popeye when I was a kid at the old Gee Bee Theater. The theater is still there, its a Wal-Mart now and no one remembers Gee Bee or its strange hippie faced woman logo. I was so worried about Popeye when his movie came out. For once, I felt like since Popeye was human, he was finally mortal. I remember looking into the hall mirror at my parent's house and looking at myself and realizing that I would die someday. And now, Popeye was going to die. I kept hinting and asking my father, "Would Popeye die?" And in the movie, well, Popeye wouldn't eat spinach. He hated it. I was sure that Popeye was going to be killed at any minute, so I watched through hands over my face, tentative, always sure that at any minute, the Sea Hag would kill Popeye. And then me. I've never watched this movie ever again.
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