I saw few Winnetou movies last week and it made me think back on the times when I was about 7 or 8 years old and so in love with HIM... *sigh*
I have always cried buckets when they shot him in the last movie.
Me too. My parents kept repeating that it's just a movie and that he didn't really die.
Father: "And then he just stood up and got the money for his part."
7 years old myself: "O_______o Umm... ok."