My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.
In the streets through which we passed, I must own the houses in general struck me as if they were dark and gloomy, and yet at the same time they also struck me as prodigiously great and majestic.
My favorite Oscar story was a year my brother had been nominated, my whole family went.
My oldest brother was a big influence on the films I watched as a kid.
I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.
My childhood was very gregarious, and I was usually surrounded by close family.
I never really had to deal with a death in the family, let alone my brother.
I lived an idyllic 'Huckleberry Finn' life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was 'To Kill a Mockingbird'-esque.
My brothers were funny, and there was a lot of shtick and comedy and nastiness and violence and fighting and sports.
When I think of 'Nightmare on Elm Street,' there was a warmth to those teenagers that I related to. They were not aware that they were in the middle of a horror film, and I really loved those characters and I empathized with them.
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