[sup]Yes sir, Mr. SHAKES sir.[/sup]
I wish I could agree with this. I more or less do. Sorta. But not. All too often the parent is the last person qualified to judge whether a kid should be at the movie or not.
I’m not saying I’m a better judge of your kid’s maturity or your competence as parent, but when your kid starts fussing & crying, it shouldn’t be there. Period. Yes, I’m qualified to judge you, and you are unqualified to bring your kid to a movie, because you did, and it started fussing and crying.
The last movie I saw was the new Star Wars, and sure enough, I had it ruined for me because some starry-eyed new young parent decided he needed to see Star Wars and share it with his screaming crying two year old and when it started crying thought, “I’ll do the right thing here. I’ll just get up and walk my kid around, so I can still see the movie and my kid’s crying can fuck up the movie for everyone equally. They don’t mind. After all, everyone’s a parent at some point, right?”
Cost of you bringing your kid in the theater and decided for the rest of us whether you kid is ready or not? $8.00.
Cost of having our movie ruined by your screaming kid? Let’s see… 100 people at a $8.00 per person… lemme do the math… you owe us big bucks.
Obviously ‘R’ means something different in America. Here the ‘R’ rating means children can NOT attend. At all.
When the child was 3 or 4 he was obsessed with dinosaurs (like all boys that age). Jurassic Park was a PG . My brother decided to take the child.
I told him that it was not a good idea. He pretended not to hear me.
They were back after 15 mins of the movie. The child loved dinosaur books and plastic dinosaurs. Realistic looking dinosaurs eating people? Not so much.
The child is 13 now. I’d rather he watched porn then played certain computer/video games.
I hope he does have sex oneday…I really hope he doesn’t want to steal cars and beat up prostitutes.