MOUNTAINS CRUMBLE TO THE SEA: This is Spacewoman's rant, not mine, but I'll pass it along. Spacewoman stopped for gas this morning while taking the Spaceboys to school, and what should pop up on the giant gas-station advertisement video screen one gallon into a fifteen-gallon refill? The 2012 long trailer, which you may have read about in EW recently -- you know, Roland Emmerich's latest big-budget fantasy about the end of the world. And what better show is there for a captive six-year-old and three-year-old to watch just before school starts, Spacewoman wants to know, than an incredibly realistic depiction of their old hometown buckling, exploding, and tumbling into the ocean under a hail of buildings, cars, and people?
I'm not one for censorship when a person has the ability to turn off the TV, but once the nozzle is in the car, you're at least a minute from a getaway. I would think that the advertisers should have some responsibility not to show things that will give kids nightmares. And remind me again -- why is sex an automatic red band while cataclysmic violence is approved for all audiences?
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