Also, like every fucking john wayne movie, bunch of clint eastwood movies etc. My dad does not understand how children work so he would just show us shit from his childhood, basically just movies from the 70s or older.
My parents used to have that notion that "anything animated = it's for children". I watched a lot of strange/obscure movies when I was a little kid as a result, I don't even know how to google these. I think these were french animations.
There was this 3D full length movie about mechs with swords, the plot was that because of a misunderstanding/false flag attack some more advanced civilization attacked earth I think(?) and absolutely trashed our army and cities, and there was a bunch of teens -each of them someone who lost something in the war- piloting these mechs as part of some desperate guerrilla against that enemy. It was really gritty. Later the enemy princess who was a hot chick with white hair that piloted a red mech joined them in some sort of enemies-to-lowers plot that was going on with the MC and the war ended when they uncovered the false flag plot.
Another, also 3D, was about alien who crash landed on some primitive planet where humans lived in giant tree and was draining it to repair his ship again, and he had that complicated master/pupil, older guy/young teen relationship with some human teen girl. The main antagonist was the xenemorp-like alien creature that originally slaughtered his crew and made him crash. So many weird movies like these.
Note the common theme in these - intergalactic genocidal war? Nah, the real important thing is romance with hot chick that saves the day somehow. It's so heavily beaten into our heads from every side that love is the most important thing, I think this is what injected that pathetic longing for romantic love into my head despite my interactions with women being horrendous from very young age.
Anyway, despite bullying and other problems my childhood was my golden age. Every single thing that I'm interested in can be somehow traced to something I saw/read/did as a kid. I don't know a single person who doesn't look fondly on their childhood, despite knowing people who spend it in orphanage and shit.
It's so strange. You know, many insects work tirelessly as larva eating insane amounts of food for months to then pupate into adult, flutter around for few days or weeks, fuck and die. It's opposite for humans - we have this wonderful time as children (and in case of normfags as teens), then our brains "calcify" as we age, we turn into grumpy husks of ourselves, then we obtain resources to provide for our future children, mate/betabuxx and start that cycle anew, or suffer if we don't. Such a strange existence, I hope there is something beyond that after we die.