Remember when film ratings were supposed to be a matter of life and death? Harvey Weinstein went to war over the letter-grade assigned to movies like Bully, and used the ensuing controversy to sell them.
Anti-smoking activists clamored for an R on every cigarette scene.
United States Senators deliberated for days over the shameless selling of violence-rated films to youth.
But suddenly it all seems so quaint, like autumn hayrides or telephone landlines.
Deep in the newly…
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