Prepare yourselves for a rant.
Chris and I snuck out last night to catch a late movie. It stared around 9:00 pm. I really wanted to see “Juno”, but apparently it isn’t playing in this town until January 4th, so we decided to go see “I Am Legend” instead. It’s the movie about the virus that pushes the human race to the edge of extinction. The previews I’d seen looked pretty intense, even for a grown-up like myself, so you can imagine my shock and horror when, last night, the seats directly behind me were suddenly occupied by two small children- probably ages 4 and 6.
FOUR and SIX.
Their parents brought them to a 9:00 movie that was about everyone on earth dying and, oh! Zombie monsters! ‘Dark Seekers’ that eat humans and look like terrifying nightmare creatures and huddle together in the dark! Cool! Great parenting!
Prior to the movie starting, there was a preview for a movie about a serial killer. The whole movie was the serial killer running around with a video camera and documenting all that he was doing to people. It was the most sickening, depraved thing I have ever seen in my life (this is just the preview, mind you) and tears were stinging my eyes because I couldn’t stop thinking about the two small, precious children sitting behind me watching that filth. Filth that would have given me night terrors for years if I had seen it when I was four.
I asked my brother-in-law to check the ticket to see what “I Am Legend” was rated. It was only PG-13. This was shocking to me, because it was really scary and intense. I thought for sure it would have to be rated R.
If it had been rated R, I would have marched right out into the lobby and gotten a manager and told them that there were little children in the theater- and that if they didn’t do something about it, I was going raise hell.
But it was only PG-13. And the children were accompanied by their parents. God, it felt like I was sitting directly in front of some form of child abuse or something- unable to do anything to stop it. It reminded me of that one time, months ago, when I was sitting behind a car at a stop light, and I saw the dad turn around from the front seat and hit his kid multiple times as hard as he could. I wrote down his license plate number and called it in. I have no idea what happened after that. But this time, when I felt that rage well up inside of me again, there was no number to call. Nothing I could do. I felt helpless.
Our kids now-a-days are so frickin’ desensitized, it makes me sick with worry. When I was little, I remember seeing one scene from the movie ‘Jaws’, and feeling traumatized by it for months. These kids had to sit and watch hundreds of people die- getting murdered by screaming monsters and torn from their families, and they didn’t even flinch.
There was a scene involving the death of an animal about halfway through the movie, and the little girl behind me started crying. Even then, her parents didn’t escort her out of the theater. They sat and watched the whole thing.
How shocking is that? Children crying over the death of an animal, yet not even flinching when human beings are violently murdered in front of their eyes?
I don’t even know what to do with all this anger I have inside of me from this experience. I probably would have really enjoyed the movie if I hadn’t been so upset for the children behind me. I fear for these kids who are forced to become so hardened at such a young age. We wonder why our kids are so violent these days? Look at the video games they sit in front of for hours on end! Look at the movies they are allowed to watch! How does one stay innocent and carefree when bombarded with vicious, coercive crap like that? They are bombarded long before they have the tools they need to defend themselves from it. If thats not injustice, I don’t know what is.
I am so upset. So, what do I do with this anger?
What would you have done in this situation if you were me?
Could I/Should I have done more?