I was at the Bayers Lake theatre on Friday night with my daughter to see The Hunger Games. You were sitting behind my daughter and I assume he was your son, sitting behind me. During the pre-show ads your son’s feet seemed to have the need to kick the back of my seat. I let the first few go without comment because I gave him the benefit of the doubt—maybe he was just adjusting himself in his seat, but when it continued again and again I got up turned around and faced your son and said to him in a polite tone, “Please don’t kick the back of my seat, ok sweetie?” You said nothing and kept talking to your adult friend as if nothing had happened or was said. No sooner had I sat down again, when the kicking resumed. I said in a loud enough voice for you to hear that I was going to have to change seats because of the kicking and still you said/did nothing. So I changed seats and had to be one seat away from my daughter and you still did not have the decency to parent and tell your ADHD fidgety kid to stop kicking my seat, and kept talking to your friend and totally ignoring me and your kid. Who fucking raised you, asshole? Dryer lint? Had that been my kid I would have told her to stop or we would leave and I would have told her to apologize to the movie-goer, no and, if’s, or but’s about it. Wait ’til they come out on DVD Mr. Lint. Do everyone who would sit in front of you and your son a favour, ok? —Special Effects Belong on the Silver Screen
This article appears in May 31 – Jun 6, 2012.
Hey now, don’t go blaming it on ADHD it’s totally the parents fault and after the child continued kicking you should have spoken directly to the parent, wtf were they doing carrying on a conversation in a theater anyway? You have to be careful how you handle situations in front of your kids you basically allowed yourself to be bullied by an unruly kid and inattentive parent. I think the best course of action would have been to speak to the parent and if the parent did nothing then speak to the usher and have them spoken to/thrown out. You can bet if I spend 30 dollars on movie tickets and another 30 dollars on a bucket of flat pop and plastic tasting popcorn I’m going to watch the movie in damn peace. Kudos to you though you sound like you are doing a great job raising a non-douchebag 😉
ah yes, kids and movie houses. stay home, enjoy yourself, and wait til it comes out on dvd. either that, or just download the fucking thing, i did and do all the timre. and fuck that paying for shit, if you can get it for free. same as the dumb fucks that are now gonna try to make you pay for using cd’s or shit at weddings,etc., what a bunch of maroons. if i buy it, i will do what the fuck i want with it, they can suck my balls.
Pay to play your own cd at a venue what the fuck, can I expect a bill for singing in the shower too?
Some people aren’t fit to be parents. So many kids are going to grow up with out manners and common courtesy. It’s sad really.
“Raised by dryer lint”, I’m weak with laughter…some kids are assholes. Just like their ugly fucking parents. Upon seeing the mother’s non response, what else did you expect from the kid?
Kids are idiots. We all know this. If this happened to me, I’d sit directly behind the little shit and start kicking the fuck out of his seat to see how he/she liked it.
yepper, if you use any recorded music, at a wedding, parade, karoke bar, or where ever, you have to start paying the publishers and record labels pretty soon.
they had a piece on the c.b.c. the other night about it. seeing as that is the only news i care to watch, i found the idiot that was talking, just a big fucking fool.
how the fuck they gonna enforce that shit, other than have more fucking spies running around, fucking up people’s lives, somemore.
I’m with Raisedinthe80’s. If the little snot-nosed, ankle-biting, welp “darling child” continued to do a David Beckham on the back of your seat, after you politely told them to stop, then you should have had a little one-way face time with the oblivitron parent, still polite, of course, but firm. If that proved pointless or if the little shit stain continued, then you get the theatre staff involved. (usher, manager) You both paid good money to take your kids to a movie, the difference is you seemed to actually WANT to be there with your kidlet. So why should YOU have to move seats? This other one just seemed to be trying to keep the kid busy while he/she had social-hour, which in ITSELF should have warranted either a “Please stop talking” or a visit to the usher. In my experience, OB, the passive-aggressive approach rarely works, especially when your intended target is ignorant or just plain doesn’t give a flying fuck.
biscuit, I’m pretty sure that would just continue until you’re both sitting in the back row…
taking a child seat and completely blocking the damn kid’s view however, might work.
or causing more of a scene/potentially missing the movie by turning your focus on the mother and bitching her out for spawning an idiotic, twitchy ass-clown.
unrelated but kinda: once, on an air canada flight, my in-flight entertainment system wasn’t working so I punched it, forgetting there was someone in the seat in front of me in business class.
OOPS.
I apologized, though.
“violence and technology…
not good bedfellows.”
-Dr Ian Malcolm
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how are they going to enforce it
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They I look forward to you not whining like a little bitch when they stop putting the money into producing the art we consume.
Dickhead.
Wp
some of this so called art, belong in the trash barrel, along with a lot of the shit they now have on that telly thing. you know, the idiot box.
Isn’t there someone called an usher there? A manager? The first thing you should have done was report this instead of trying to rouse an ignorant pissrag with the mothering skills of a wharf rat.
Kids are still idiots.
No, this is something you don’t let go. Get the mom’s attention, tell her the issue and get her to stop the kid’s kicking. If that doesn’t work, get theatre staff involved. Movies are too expensive to go through that.
I work at this theatre. Next time this happens, let a staff know and they’ll deal with it. Either they stop, or they leave.