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Oh Be Careful Little Eyes What You See
I see a lot of movies for
my job, and at almost every R-rated offering, I see someone trot in holding the
hand of a toddler, or I hear that child's telltale wail after the violence
begins. Sometimes I can't hear the child once the film starts to roll, but yes,
my judgey mom side is still worrying about them, wondering what they're
thinking when that guy gets brutally stabbed in The
Expendables or almost
every single character gets violently torn apart in Predators.
Those
words come from today.com contributor Gael Fashingbauer Cooper,
as she confessed one area in which she's not shy about being judgmental as a
mom. At the end of the article she added, "Yes, I can only control what my
child sees, not the decisions other parents make. But that doesn't mean I'm not
sitting there in the dark, getting my Sanctimommy on."
And
I have to confess that I sometimes get my, um, Sanctidaddy on for the exact same reason.
One
of the foulest films I've reviewed in the last year was Your
Highness. And I watched it while sitting next to a man who saw fit
to bring his barely adolescent son with him. Before the movie rolled, he asked
me what publication I wrote for (our press seats are reserved, so he knew I was
a movie reviewer), and I told him a bit about Plugged In. I said that one of our goals
is to give parents the information they need to help make good decisions
regarding their families' media choices.
After
the film—which included a litany of content so foul I struggled even to know
how to describe it in my review with words my editor would allow on our site—he
joked something to the effect of, "Well, I guess that's not a good one for
families." Never mind that his 10- or 11-year-old son was right next to
him. I wasn't sure whether this was some kind of nervous admission that he'd
made a mistake or whether he really didn't see the connection between his
statement and his own family.
Either way, his son had been exposed to some pretty awful imagery.