When I was a boy, in the early 1940s, there were no antibiotics and few vaccines. Kids had all the childhood illnesses--measles, mumps, chicken pox--and bad colds or sore throats that could turn into bacterial infections were cause for concern. An outbreak of polio struck terror into parents' hearts.
For several days now, I've been struggling to understand why I'm so out of the loop on this one. It's not because I don't like experimental films or Richard Linklater. I didn't like Boyhood because it wasted my time with mostly unlikable characters, generally bad storytelling, and a whole lot of nothing.