I went to go see Coraline this weekend and while the previews were playing a woman with her two young boys came in and sat in front of us.
About 30 minutes into the film her boys were crying, begging to leave the theatre. "No! I want to see this!"
Okay. I get it. You want to get the fuck out of the house. So you take your kids to go see a movie.
But you don't force your kids to sit during a scary movie. Hell, I took my 12-year old mentee from "church" (I still proclaim Unitarian Universalism is not real church and I've been going over a year) (also? someone chose me to mentor a kid? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you're funny) (and deluded) (and obviously have not read my fucking blog) and she was rather scared through the whole thing.
And seriously, the boys were sobbing. Big fat crocodile tears. And they were calling her "Mommy," so it wasn't like a rogue babysitter or stepmother.
I just do. not. under. stand. people.
PS - Coraline was really good, and was closest to seeing an "art film" in the theatres in years. Not that there haven't been other art films, I just HAVEN'T SEEN THEM.