This is one of my pet peeves. Hollywood and it's producers like to mass market and saturate the people's eye with their upcoming crap movies. Even if I lived like the Amish, I wouldn't of been able to keep the chil'rens away from Transformers when it first came out.
I grumbled through some of the unnecessary foul language, the dirty-old-man-ogling of Megan Fox and her irritating little pout, the mindless noise and violence and... seriously?...the masturbation talk really set me on edge. I remember kicking myself for bad parenting and not doing a quick review of the movie beforehand.
So of course, the chil'rens are pumped about Transformers 2. I, however, am not. I have no memories of watching this cartoon as a child. I was probably in the kitchen eating a snack every time this was on TV and my brother was watching it. Who knows? Booooorrrrriiinng.
But back to the movie. The chil'rens had plans to go to the drive-in tonight, wooohoooo, we're so excited, etc. etc. Of course, this was their plan, I had nothing to do with it. But little do they know they are not going to see it.
And this is why I feel Hollywood sucks. They don't care about your children. They don't care about the appropriateness of crude sexual humor. They don't care if a few F-bombs are dropped--even the word p*ssy was thrown in for good measure. They don't care if your ADHD-riddled child's mind is going into hyper-drive watching all that violence. And they shouldn't, I suppose. They are just about making money and entertainment.
But you, as a parent, should.
Michael went to the midnight showing of the movie and took one of our boys, much to the sadness of our other three who really wanted to go. He did a little lotto system to choose who would get to go with him, and the rest would get to see it at the drive-in later. Personally, I didn't think they would be able to stay awake. But Sol told me he stayed up for the entire movie and it was his dad who was snoring. Great.
But they both emphatically agreed it wasn't a movie for kids. Even Sol recognized that at 3 am, when he was standing over my bed, telling me about the movie. So now my other chil'rens are totally bummed that they can't see it. Which brings me back again to the total suckitude of Hollywood.
Why market it to children? Why air the previews on cartoon channels? Why plaster it on every billboard? Why put Transformer toys in Happy Meals?
Cuz they don't give an ish about you and your kids.
They just want your $$$.
So what I'm gonna do is put on my love beads, remove my bra (oops, its already off--my bad!), dance around barefoot in my long skirt and handmade sign and protest this movie. I'm gonna protest it by not taking the rest of my kids to see it. By not handing over my hard-earned $$$. Yeh, I know, the $67 is just a drop in the crap bucket that is the Hollywood movie-making machine, but still...it's the principle.
Fight the power, people.
I grumbled through some of the unnecessary foul language, the dirty-old-man-ogling of Megan Fox and her irritating little pout, the mindless noise and violence and... seriously?...the masturbation talk really set me on edge. I remember kicking myself for bad parenting and not doing a quick review of the movie beforehand.
So of course, the chil'rens are pumped about Transformers 2. I, however, am not. I have no memories of watching this cartoon as a child. I was probably in the kitchen eating a snack every time this was on TV and my brother was watching it. Who knows? Booooorrrrriiinng.
But back to the movie. The chil'rens had plans to go to the drive-in tonight, wooohoooo, we're so excited, etc. etc. Of course, this was their plan, I had nothing to do with it. But little do they know they are not going to see it.
And this is why I feel Hollywood sucks. They don't care about your children. They don't care about the appropriateness of crude sexual humor. They don't care if a few F-bombs are dropped--even the word p*ssy was thrown in for good measure. They don't care if your ADHD-riddled child's mind is going into hyper-drive watching all that violence. And they shouldn't, I suppose. They are just about making money and entertainment.
But you, as a parent, should.
Michael went to the midnight showing of the movie and took one of our boys, much to the sadness of our other three who really wanted to go. He did a little lotto system to choose who would get to go with him, and the rest would get to see it at the drive-in later. Personally, I didn't think they would be able to stay awake. But Sol told me he stayed up for the entire movie and it was his dad who was snoring. Great.
But they both emphatically agreed it wasn't a movie for kids. Even Sol recognized that at 3 am, when he was standing over my bed, telling me about the movie. So now my other chil'rens are totally bummed that they can't see it. Which brings me back again to the total suckitude of Hollywood.
Why market it to children? Why air the previews on cartoon channels? Why plaster it on every billboard? Why put Transformer toys in Happy Meals?
Cuz they don't give an ish about you and your kids.
They just want your $$$.
So what I'm gonna do is put on my love beads, remove my bra (oops, its already off--my bad!), dance around barefoot in my long skirt and handmade sign and protest this movie. I'm gonna protest it by not taking the rest of my kids to see it. By not handing over my hard-earned $$$. Yeh, I know, the $67 is just a drop in the crap bucket that is the Hollywood movie-making machine, but still...it's the principle.
Fight the power, people.
