Yes, this is another fucking Don’t-bring-your-damn-children-to-the-movies rant. Deal with it or get the hell out of the thread.
You. Yeah, You. The one in the back row that saw fit to bring 4 (or five- I don’t know which of the group of children belonged to you) kids under the age of 6 to see March of the Penguins- I Do Not Fucking Appreciate it. Here’s a little hint: Just because a movie is rating G does not mean that it is a kid’s movie. You brought them to a documentary, for crying out loud! You expect those kids, even the one who appeared to be at most 2 years old, to sit through a documentary?
It was a beautiful and touching movie. It would have been absolutely incredible had I not had to put up with the improvisational narration going on in the row behind me. I mean, yeah, the movie needed narration, but that’s why they had Morgan Freeman. And hearing “Baby!” and “Mommy, LOOK!” every three seconds was getting a little old.
There was a beautifully done scene where a penguin lovingly ran his beak over his mate’s head. It was incredibly touching. Or at least, supposed to be. Apparently, it was too boring for the poor kids, since they were making noise about it- I don’t really blame them. I wouldn’t have appreciated it at their age, either. However, I do blame you. You shouldn’t have brought them. Wait for the movie to come out on DVD, or find someone to take care of them so you can see it without them.
You knew there was a problem. And what did you do? “Shut up,” you exclaimed about halfway through the movie. First of all, this is not quite the wording I would have chosen, but I can deal with that. Second of all, you were every bit as loud as the commentary your darling progeny were creating. Third of all, if you know there’s a problem (and you obviously did), and it’s not getting better, despite your feeble verbal efforts, get off your ass and take the damn kids outside! Yeah, sure, you’d miss some of the movie, but it’s not fair that we have to put up with all of that.
And you, the lady two rows in front of me: I have to give you credit for trying to teach your daughter how to whisper. At least you put forth more effort than the lady behind me. However, if you could maybe point out to the kid that a whisper is supposed to be below the normal level of conversational volume, that would be great. Thanks.
Kind of a lame rant, I know, but I had to vent a bit. I HATE when this happens.
And to end this on a rather more cheerful note, I have discovered that baby penguins have to be just about the cutest things ever (don’t tell my dog; she’d get jealous). Maybe if I slapped on some fake fins no one would notice that a pet penguin didn’t fit under the “fish only” dorm pets rule…