Don't bring your crying child to Harry Potter and expect us all just to deal.
>> Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The title says it all.
Get a damn babysitter, or wait until your mom, dad, sister, brother, friend, neighbor, ANYONE can watch the petulant infant and then come see it.
I didn't spend my money to listen to your child whine. Nor did you.
Not to mention the fact that crawling corpses and skulls flying out of the sky and beloved wizards falling to their deaths is not exactly in the repertoire of what I would want a child watching.
Lastly, don't look at me with that helpless, annoyed glare when I turn around to let you know that, yes, we can magically hear the noise coming out of your kid's mouth, too. There is something you can do about it. Leave the theater until they calm down, or don't come.
Thanks.
3 comments:
I was going to bring my infant to see the movie last night (he's a very good sleeper) after first drawing a scar on his forehead, dying my hair red, and making my husband wear goofy glasses. But I got tired and decided sleep was a better alternative.
When I was about 6 months pregnant I was at a bookstore with some people I worked with. We were checking out, and a baby started crying. A woman behind us in line started making rude comments about how the woman with the baby needed to leave. Then my co-worker asked me if I was ready for it. I told him I thought a crying baby was not so bad. What was annoying was the rude lady behind us. Yes, I think movie theaters are inappropriate places for crying babies. And it's not that I think there are any places that are "appropriate" for crying babies, but I think everyone is entitled to be out in public. There is a difference between a crying baby in a library or a movie theater and a crying baby in a store. But that's me. Get used to rude people. And you'll soon learn that everyone has an opinion about everything you do with baby.
/I hope I didn't imply I thought you were being rude. I agree with you that the woman should have taken her baby out to calm him/her down.
Oh yeah, I'm definitely preparing myself for the choice of retaining a social life and putting up with rudeness.
See, I didn't actually say anything to the parents. Nor would I, could I, ever. But these parents must have been even bigger Potter fans than me, because as Dumbledore is falling to his death and my first impulse is to start tearing up myself, I was torn from the narrative yet again by the wailing--and I'm not talking about wimpering, I'm talking about full-on blubbering and screaming. And even when it reached that level, the parents still did nothing.
What's more annoying are adults, next to me, giggling and talking about inside jokes and their lives during the movie at an audible level, knowing good-and-well that they're distrupting people.
But at least you had an excuse to draw a Potter scar on your baby's forehead. How often does a mother get to do that?
Have you seen it yet? It's the best one yet, in my humble opinion.
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