It’s that time of year again. Time to be with one’s family and catch up on the year in movies. But does it need to be a time to blush one’s way through on-screen steaminess?

Help me avoid that special brand of mortification that comes from the unexpected, unbridled sexual movie-moment in the presence of one’s parents. Each year, I think I’ll outgrow this. And each year, it’s still there waiting for me like my childhood Christmas stocking.

Please help.

For example, I loved Sinners, but I don’t think I could stand to be in my mother’s presence as Hailee Steinfeld says horrible, beautiful things.

Which movies are safe? Which should be avoided?

I know the real answer is therapy. But I don’t think I can sort that out by Christmas.