a rantique

This is along the lines of a bit of a rant. I can't help it! Every time I find myself in a movie that is animated...or, even worse, not, I am at a loss to understand how parents can bring their 2-4 year olds into a PG-13 movie. I know, I know: it is up to the parent to monitor such things, but Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince or Coraline, (crap! that one gave me nightmares!), are hardly the stuff upon which to sharpen the kiddies' film-watching teeth. This comes from a parent who willfully took her sons to see Henry V when they were 3 and 5 years old. But, in the case of a movie where a child is audible crying out to his dad, 'Daddy! Please, what is that woman doing to all those kids' eyes!?' I really do think a taddy bit of research beforehand would have been prudent...and should have been compulsory. If I sound like the censorship mafia, I do apologise. But, consider this: if you have children with great imaginations- and, having one my own self, I can surely recognise it in others of whatever age- isn't it part of your job to make sure, as much as you can, that these little ones have the opportunity to grow into their imaginations before they have to confront some pretty dire situations, and attempt to figure these things out in their own, not-yet-ready-for-prime-time-minds? I realise that I may be holding an unfair and unpopular minority stand on such things. So, let me know what you think, whether you agree with me or not.
Let the pelting with rocks and garbage begin.