Yes, it was a beautiful day, but I thought that might mean I'd have a chance at taking my four-year-old to see some superheroes kick butt. So I tried taking the wee man to see Captain America, which we left due to The Tiny One's constant "whispering" (He's actually getting pretty good. We're almost there).
What wasn't the best, though, were the previews, which were all over the place -- from Nickelodeon's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to Bourne, some (I think) Civil War thing, and a super messed-up, graphic shark-biting surf movie. Like, really? As the shark thing started, the dad next to me was like, "Dude, this one gets bad." I was like, "Yeah, hey, Hank, come show me the posters in the hall for a bit."
|Jaws: 2016 -- I mean, The Shallows|
I get that these Marvel movies have to try and please every single person and culture on the planet, and I don't know how they do it. I feel comfortable letting my kid see the Marvel stuff, recognizing I'll need to endure/explain a moment or two of "elevated" language. But most of the violence is pretty cartoonish. Then again, I will say, from the 20 mins of the flick, ideas of heroes and collateral damage is a bit tougher to shrug away than an army of CG robots.
Next time: Jungle Book, mid-week matinee, when hopefully we'll be totally alone and the boy can run around the aisles and talk all he wants.