The Death of Cinema: Or How I Actually Bought A Ticket To A Matinee and Quickly Learned Why The Theatrical Experience Is Dying.

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I never understood how movie theater chains, such as AMC, allowed any children under the age of 5 into non-kids films, let alone a damn PG-13 rated movie. Well, that's just what happened this afternoon as I sat in for a matinee of "A Quiet Place," an R-rated horror movie that champions silence and a dialogue-less narrative. Two women, both brought in their respective babies, couldn't be older than 2-years-old each, into the theater and it was then that I knew I was doomed. Suffice to say, I just left the theater half an hour into the film, despite countless attempts to tell both women to leave the theater with their crying tots. I mean, did I even have to mention that the young tykes were going to be crying while watching what was essentially a "monster movie." Jesus, and you then wonder why the theatrical experience is dying and services like Netflix and Amazon are taking over. It's just not worth the headache anymore. Of course, I rarely experience distasteful events such as this afternoon's incident, mostly due to the fact that I have the luxury of watching most of my movies at press screenings and film festivals. Thank the heavens and the Gods. I do buy a movie ticket a half a dozen times a year and they are almost all filled with such annoyances. I sympathize with how the average cinephile has to deal witch such situations, let alone having to deal with an endless barrage of advertisements and trailers, I clocked them here at half an hour. It's only when movie chains come into action and actually prevent such distractions from happening that people might actually want to leave the comfort of their own homes and come back to cinemas.