The insanely boring life…

I am sorry to be the one to say it (and you can call me silly all you want) but kids and cinemas just don’t work together.

I don’t mean kids older than 10, I mean kids younger than that age. I saw Ant Bully today (gee, am I behind the times, I know. I’ve been away) and the main factor stopping me from enjoying the movie fully were little kiddies.

Now, anyone who knows me will tell that I am not a fan of children in general. Heck, I was not even a fan of myself when I was younger, but that is another story all together. The point is that children have the attention span of a teaspoon (I actually wanted to say “tea leaf”) and can’t appreciate a good movie. Parents loose control of these hyperactive vermin and lo and behold, their fiddly selves destroy make other kids fiddly and even MORE kids fiddly until you have an entire cinema of kids sulking, being loud and ultimately destroying the experience for everyone else. Especially me.

Why, at times like those I really wish I was the Witch from Hansel and Gretel. But now I am at the point of sulking. THE POINT is that I was trying to avoid the kids by going to a later show, which backfired (and it usually works), so that leaves the blame on the parents. They should movie-train their bundles of grief happiness or (even better) wait for the DVD. If the parents feel that the blame should not be places on them, then I blame the cinema for not providing plastic bags to cover the heads of the screamers.

Sorry for the rambling session, but I really needed to get that out. I must admit though that ONE movie where I never heard ONE kid was Hoodwinked. Maybe because we saw the 20:00 show, but mostly because the movie was just to funny for the kids to find boring. A pity it had such a short run.