My parents forced me to watch it I think right before I entered my teens, in theatre.

They had not even noticed that after the flogging scene, I started crying, vomiting and having a panic attack and walked out of the theatre, just sat outside the theatre, sobbing after being completely fucking traumatized after a Christian childhood up to that point not being allowed to curse, show any kind of disrespect to anyone, having been utterly kept from anything anywhere near that viscerally violent.

Again, they didn't even realize I was gone until the movie was over.

Can you guess that I don't talk to my parents any more, they probably think I am dead, and I hope they do actually believe I am dead?