by KATE HUNTER
I went to see the movie ‘Ted’ on Saturday night.
Directed by Seth McFarlane (creator of Family Guy) Ted is about a foul-mouthed teddy bear who hangs out with hookers and takes issue when his ‘weed guy’ sells him inferior dope. Ted’s best mate is John (Mark Wahlberg) a thirty-something nice guy who’s struggling to grow up, mainly because Ted wants to hang out on the sofa with him and a bong. John’s girlfriend has a problem with this and says Ted has to move out. It’s bloody funny and I laughed my head off. Until I saw a woman in the row in front of me with a little girl who looked about five, or six, tops.
Then I became uptight.
I told myself, ‘Silly woman, she thought it was a movie about teddies.’
I was relieved when they got up and left.
Then they returned. It was just a loo break. Back in their seats just in time to hear about Ted fucking a co-worker with a parsnip, then selling it.
I’m not shocked about the parsnip. Each Teddy to their own.
But to take a little kid to a movie rated MA15+ is shocking. And dumb.
I’m a voice in the cinematic wilderness, I know. But so many people seem to think the classifications are a guide that does not apply to their kids. That’s because of course, they are just a guide – only when a movie is rated R does it become illegal to admit kids.
It’s tricky, navigating the movie guide if you’re a parent or an auntie taking nieces and nephews for a holiday treat. But these days, you can see trailers online. You can make choices. Read reviews from all over the world. And if there’s nothing suitable on at the cinema, you can rent a DVD! You can do that now. Lots of G rated ones out there. Or cut loose and go PG!