Sin Sitter

In my never-ending quest to save money for the kid's college education, I have been checking out movies at the library for free rather than going to Blockbuster, and taking in newer-ish flicks at the dollar theater, even though the floor is so covered in grime it's like walking on ice. It's located in a strip mall that also has a dollar store with...interesting clientele, to say the least. Quite the sociological study, these mother-daughter pairs in matching muu-muus, jean shorts and half-shirts on teenage girls who look like they've had a life preserver implanted around the navel, and occasionally shirtless, wrinkly elderly who look like they've been smoking since Sir Walter Raleigh was in town.

I went to see "Sin City" tonight, a visually stunning movie based on the "graphic novels" of Frank Miller. Think "Pulp Fiction" meets "Dick Tracy" meets "Tron". Gory, bloody, violent, nude, and cursatory, I lost count of the number of appendages broken, sliced, sawed, skewered, shot off, impaled, and/or eaten.

So you can imagine my surprise when this idiot brought five kids in to see it. Oldest had to have been 8; the youngest, maybe 4. Doing things before the movie that little kids do, rushing to the front, bragging about who had the best seat, etc. I actually wondered if I'd walked into the wrong theater, but no, there it was, guns blazing. When I saw "Natural Born Killers" in the theater, I was appalled that some lady had brought her two young daughters in with her. But this guy... words fail me.