If you see Harold and Maude when you're eight or  nine or ten, you laugh at a few of the gags and you perceive some of its suprising depth of feeling. But until you've had your heart broken once or twice, you can't really get it. That's the beauty and joy of having your mother round you up and take  you to the movies every time this Hal Ashberry sleeper came to town. With each viewing, more details emerge and you feel yourself growing up with this screwball, gorgeous, romantic comdey.

Harold's seventeen, and Maude is 79. Harold is depressed, and Maude has an irrepressible spirit and lust for life. Throw in a disturbing and clueless mother who wants Harold to stop pretending to commit suicide and start thinking about his future, the Vietnam War, ghosts of the Holocaust, and arguably the best soundtrack by Cat Stevens, and you have the makings of a memorable and touching movie night. 

Everyone should see this movie once.