Yesterday, I went to the movies with my big brother, Tom. We went to see Ironman because, well, we both like that stuff and our spouses weren’t interested. I, by the way, will see pretty much any movie ever made…which can be a problem when the film is truly awful.
I was shocked and dismayed to see four or five kids who were probably five and under at this movie! Call me crazy, but I don’t think it’s okay for little kids to see movies about blowing people up, war and killing.
Is it just me?
I know there are parents out there who think it’s completely inappropriate for Milo to know the details of baby-making (and what a condom is – see my last post for that little tale).
But, holy cow! This movie was stuffed with real and implied violence. Stuffed! In my book, this is considerably more inappropriate and damaging to young psyches.
My favorite scene was when the bad guys were rounding up the townspeople with big-ass guns and lots of yelling and they kicked the daylights out of a dad. Then they said they were going to kill him, had him on his knees, gun pointed at his head and Our Hero flew in and saved the day!
Pleasant dreams!
I’m sure this wasn’t scary at all for those little kids. Nope, not one bit. And really, so appropriate for them to see, because, well, it’s just a movie, right? What harm can it do? Four year olds are great at discerning what’s real and what’s imaginary, right?
Ug. I wanted to say something to the guy sitting behind us, but I couldn’t figure out what to say that wouldn’t sound bitchy and mean. I am sure he took his little guy to see that movie because he wanted to see it – his boy will be fine.
A real little Ironman.
See why I didn’t say anything to him?
