On Tuesday night I was lucky enough to snag myself four tickets to the advanced screening of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.
I hadn’t read the book by Ransom Riggs, but I’d heard it was set to be an amazing adaptation. I’d always been a bit of a fan of Tim Burton‘s kookiness and the buzz around the office was that it was definitely a movie for the must watch list.
It’s safe to say I was busting to watch it.
I’d seen it being advertised on TV and was convinced it was a movie geared towards kids, so I suggested to my sister to bring my niece along.
It was all really last minute so I quickly Googled the rating which came back as PG-13*, and my niece is 7.
I told my sister she should maybe opt my niece out of this one and took my mum along instead.
Boy, would that decision save my sister a lot of sleep.
There we sat in the cinema, with our boxes of popcorn: myself, my two sister and my mum, all not too sure what to expect.
The intro began rolling and we were presented with an array of children with their own 'peculiarities' in the form of black, white and brown pictures.