When Cousin!Nicole visited, I finally let Emmett watch the South Park movie. I figured the Satan fucking Saddam stuff was too cartoony and oblique for him to get, and I didn't really care if he heard "Uncle Fucka." My rule of thumb is that he's allowed to hear profanity, but he's not allowed to use it.
I don't let him watch things with realistic torture scenes or horror, but I didn't mind letting him watch the mayhem in Kill Bill (on DVD) when the Bride sliced up the Crazy 88s. Lots of blood, but cartoony. I didn't let him watch the realistic scenes of violence in that movie.
He's not interested in romance or sexual content at all, and I won't let him watch that because I think it'll give him too distorted a notion of what sex and love is about. But I was reading specific and detailed things about sex when I was his age.
Emmett was a little young to see the first Harry Potter movie (there were scenes during which he closed his eyes) and LoTR (scary orcs mostly), but he never had nightmares over it, and went back to see them both multiple times in the theater.
if the kid is clearly frightened, or disturbing other patrons, they should leave.
Oh absolutely. The thing you mentioned about the kid at Hannibal is infuriating. If the kid is unhappy enough to say that they want to leave, you don't keep torturing him, or the other people in the audience! Gah. I just think that sometimes what is upsetting to adults blows right past kids. (And vice versa, actually.)
I just told a nobel lauriat that "Everything's 5x5
Please tell me he/she got it.
The Buffyisms sometimes come out of nowhere, like a burp or my Boston accent.
It tends to spread like a virus, too. DH uses them and he never watched the show all that much.
Very odd pro-wrestling photo: [link]
Probably 99% worksafe....
The boys are older than Emmett and have the interest in sexual scenes. Mostly they are not keen on seeing sexual situations on the screen with their parents in the room. Of course, DH throwing his arms around me and yelling "smoochies" might add to that. Most movies that have explicit sex aren't movies that would interest kids.
If I find something upsetting in a movie they don't get to see it. I have issues with language and don't let them watch movies that can't manage to get through a paragraph without a fuck. I know they hear it in school, at the ball court, and with their friends. They don't hear it at home and they know better than to use it around me.
They get annoyed with me when they can't see stuff. But if they never thought I was unreasonable I probably wouldn't be doing my job right.
I just told a nobel lauriat that "Everything's 5x5
Maybe (s)he'll think Allyson is a pilot or radio operator.
Mostly they are not keen on seeing sexual situations on the screen with their parents in the room.
I'm still not keen on that.
Sex and language on tv/movies was ok in our house, but violence, even cartoon violence, nsm. It used to bewilder me when my friends' parents would ff through the sex scene, but some guy having his brains bashed in was fine. Violence on screen still tends to flip me out. I've got a very low tolerance level for graphic stuff. You made your point, I don't need the details, thanks! Anything that relies on graphic stuff is just not going to be my cup of tea, ever.
I remember my mom explicitly asking me not to watch was
Real People.
I don't remember exactly what she said, but I know she didn't really forbid me from watching it; she just said she and my dad would prefer I didn't. I think she felt it was mean-spirited (which it was).
She also strongly disapproved of
Hogan's Heroes,
but I know we did watch it at least sometimes. Possibly when she wasn't home.
I was into my teens before HBO hit big, and older than that when videos really hit. So my parents didn't have too much trouble with anything I saw on TV. When I was 11 or 12, I started staying up on Friday nights to watch reruns of Perry Mason, starring Raymond Burr.
They also didn't really censor my reading much, which meant I read a lot that they would have probably disapproved of had they known. When I was about 15 or 16, my mother had a minor freak-out when she found me reading a Jacqueline Susann novel. I had the good sense not to tell her that I didn't learn anything from it that I hadn't already learned from reading The Godfather.