Well Possums, Mean Kitty went to see the new "Ghost Rider" movie and with all the CGI stuff it rocks!!
O.K., O.K. so the plot line is simple---Good vs. Nasty Evil, but Good sold his soul to the Devil but did it for love (now is that an out on the old 'Faust' story or what) So Good can control his 'curse' and to hell with the Devil.
Of course it does mean he can't have a normal family life, but really folks, can you picture trying to shave the morning beard with your head on fire?
The movie is rated PG 13 and for a good reason, for the real little ones it's not kid friendly, I mean there are going to be some kiddies who are going to dream the Boogy Man has a flaming skull.
Which is what disturbs me-----my honey and I went to the Sunday matinee which is fine after reading the Sunday comics and can still take the Sunday nap time, but once we were settled down into our seats, in comes a whole family---well more like two families, 2 moma's, at least one papa, two teens and 5 kiddies from ages 4 to 9 and one little nursing baby---and they sit in the row ahead of us.
Now I'm not complaining about them---the kids were really well behaved, and the oldsters had them well in hand, even little nursing baby, cell phones off, food and drinks distributed, each kiddie with an adult to monitor them. Well planned really---it's nice to see that----doesn't happen too often so I'm was really happy to see that they had a game plan with dealing with the littles.
But what had me concerned is the imagry on the screen getting the kiddies to have nightmares. That could really happen----Now my Honey loves to dress like a Cowboy, all in black (his homage to Johnny Cash) he wears dark wrap around sun glasses, and this long black duster, and he's tall 6 feet 2 inches tall and with his durango boots that makes him more like 6 ft 4 inches tall.
So the movie is over, and the lights come up and the family in front of us gets themselves together to leave, since my Honey and I are in the top last row with the nice wide front aisle, he's a bit stiff from sitting too long, so he stands up in his duster and boots and puts on his cowboy hat and sun glasses.
The 4 year old girl and the 5 year old boy from the family look up and see him and the looks on their faces, they thought they saw the devil himself, Popa looks up and almost falls over backwards into the lower row of seats he was so startled.
So my Honey he just looks at the kids who are now frozen in place and papa says to them in Spanish "Move, Move or El Diablo will get you" The two teens they just look at him also wide-eyed, and here am I also in my black jacket (did I tell you it was freezing cold out?) and having just put on my black cowboy hat, am trying not to snicker. Finally one of the teens said "Nice coat Man" and Honey says "Thank you".
We wait a bit for the theatre to clear out, 'cause we didn't want to fight any crowds, but when we finally exited into the hall that lead to the Lobby, the family was still there along with other parents with their little kids, and when they see Hubby, the littles were just frozen----Yep! Watch out Kiddies or Hell will come to your half acre!
I'm not saying anything and neither is Honey, we just walk straight out the theatre into the cold sunlight, but when we got into our Dodge, we started laughing. More like "MMMWWHHHAAAAA!!!!!!"
Well maybe we did scare some kids straight----but I do worry about taking 4 and 5 year olds to a PG 13 movie that will give them nightmares!
Mean Kitty still laughing signing off.
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