No Gremlins
Most of the time, Peter didn’t restrict our reading or viewing. (Other than the fact that we didn’t own a TV from the time I was small ’til mid-high school–but we were allowed to watch TV at friends’ houses.) We had the full run of his bookshelves; I was reading his old science fiction as soon as I could read, and I read his copies of the Illuminatus! trilogy at age 14 or so.
But there were two specific movies that he was hesitant about.
One was the time when he wanted to go see Prince of the City. I wanted to go along, though I knew nothing about the movie. He told me that he would take me to it (it was rated R, for violence I think), but that I probably wouldn’t enjoy it very much; it was aimed at grownups, and there wouldn’t be much for a kid to appreciate, and that I might like it more when I was older. Which, of course, made me more interested in seeing it–though I vaguely think there had been a couple of books that he’d said that about, that I had refrained from reading. So I went along with him to the movie, and he was right; I didn’t like it.
The other case was more extreme: he explicitly forbade us to see the movie Gremlins, I think on the grounds that it was too violent or too gory or something. Of all the movies in the world, I never understood why that one was the only one he ever told us we weren’t allowed to see. I never did see it–never had any interest in it–though I heard a lot about it from friends.