Why must you insist on bringing children to the movies, especially when the movie is clearly for adults?
Let me expound:
I’m out with my sister on New Year’s Day for some much-needed girl time, which included checking out the movie that everyone talking, raving, and fussing: Quentin Tarantino’s “Django Unchained.” We’re all settled in our seats at the theater, knowing we are about to see a bunch of violence, hear the N-word more times than we can count, and watch a twist on the most despicable time in American history, Tarantino-style. Then I hear it: the joyful sound of a toddler’s laughter and the rattle of some type of toy. Before I could exact the proper dosage of side eye (of the “Are you serious right now?” variety), said toddler’s infant sibling started screaming. You know what followed after that: turning heads, snide comments, and two parents scrambling to keep two babies quiet. In an R-rated movie. With a run time of almost 3 hours long.
Obviously, these parents needs a refresher course in the Motion Picture Association of America’s (MPAA) rating system.
What I find disturbing about this scenario is that this is not anything new. More parents are simply opting to bring their underage children with them to see movies that are obviously inappropriate. Extreme violence, sexual situations, and foul or blue language are now mere afterthoughts. It seems like the more intense the violent and sexually charged a movie is, the more parents I see with little ones in tow.
As a parent, I am highly aware of having very little downtime to enjoy simple things like a trip to the mall or taking in a matinée. On certain days, I can barely read a magazine or enjoy a cup of coffee without hearing, “Mommy, Mommy, watch me/let’s go here/I’m hungry/I want that…” I am consistently invited to several events and outings that I simply cannot attend because of scheduling and childcare. Just think, I only have one child, so I can imagine what it is like for parents, married or single, trying to find an inkling of leisure time with two or more children. But this serves as no excuse to force your babies to ride shotgun because you want adult stimulation.
This is where a little time management and a lot of maturation come in. Get a sitter. Plan in advance and set aside time to have adult time. This is one of many outings (including girls/boys night out, certain dinner engagements, networking events, etc.) where your babies should not be in attendance. The other option? Simply stay home, get acquainted with your local Redbox, or spend the extra money renting movies from your local cable provider.
Needless to say, within a half hour into Django Unchained, the couple, with infant and toddler in tow, left the matinée. It left me wondering, “Why go through all of that in the first place?”
There will still be some that refuse to take this little jewel of advice and keep right on exposing their kids to things they should know nothing about until they are much older. Take heed, when they start to reenact what they have seen, it would behoove you as parents not to cry foul. Remember, children are forever our mirrors…