Children’s films ought to be at least as much for adults as children and I do get annoyed by those film critics who think otherwise. I’m thinking, for example, of the ones who loftily complain that some of the jokes in the Shrek movies go right over children’s heads or the ones who go: “But who am I to judge? This film isn’t aimed at my age group.” Oh right. So children always go to the cinema on their own do they? Or is a child’s pleasure such a pure and noble thing that it justifies any amount of parental suffering? No. I don’t think so.
Call me old-fashioned but if my kids want me to take them to see a film that I think I’ll hate, they don’t get to go. Or the au-pair gets to take them instead.
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