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Please, Just Give Me Something My Children Can Watch

We all have things that disappoint. Many are unpreventable; then again, others are not. Something that really disturbs me is the entertainment industry.

Movies today command great story lines along with stellar special effects. One thing that many of them employ that I find unnecessary and in many ways offensive is the dialogue. For whatever reason they seem to believe they cannot exist without obscene language. There are movies that hold the record with well over two hundred “f-bombs” dropped within the two or more hours the film runs. In film and television, producers are constantly pushing the envelope to see how far they can go with sexual innuendo or explicit sexual content.

I am probably considered boring. My favorite television programs came about when I was too young to enjoy them, but once brought into syndication they became my go to’s.  Andy Griffith, Leave it to Beaver, Green Acres, Gomer Pyle, and Hogan’s Heroes’ to name a few. In each one of my novels I stay away from coarse language and sexual situations. I certainly don’t claim to be an angel and apologize if I come across in that fashion. I simply believe the entertainment industry goes out of its way to produce images that are unfit for a good portion of the population to view.

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Believe It or Not, Believing What Is Deemed to be Unbelievable Nullifies All Believability

I’ve noticed a rather peculiar thought process that tends to overtake those who indulge in entertainment, i.e. books and motion pictures in the fiction realm.movie theater (This being more prevalent with the movie-goer than casual reader.)

More often than not, the entertainment buff will cross the boundary between what I like to call, “reality inferred” or “reality implied,” drifting further from the real reality we perceive ourselves to really reside in, whatever you hold the realism of that reality to be.… really!

Case in point: A man is born in a galaxy far from Earth. His planet is destroyed and his mother and father conveniently ship him to Earth. To make a long story short, after he grows and reaches adulthood, he is able to fly, send lasers from his eyes, hear a gnat decompose in Mexico while standing in London, blow out forest fires with a deep breath, and reverse the rotation of the world, sending the Earth backward in time.

During this feature presentation, you’ll hear, “Wow! Look at that! Amazing,” and maybe even a round of applause.

On the flip side, in another theater, seven shots are heard from a six shot revolver and the entire movie is deemed unbelievable.

The right-hand is watching a movie where a child is born, and the next word from your wife or girlfriend is, “That’s not a newborn.” The baby is either too big, too clean or anyone of a rash of reasons why this child is not fresh from the womb.

The left-hand is viewing a flick of a medieval warrior who jumps from a 2000-foot tall castle tower landing perfectly on his Dragon, in flight…Listen to the accolades fly!

Here is a list of honorable mentions in the theatrical world; additional scenes where we, as the movie-goer, believe the unbelievable or scoff at the most mundane of the mundane.

Two men in the middle of a confrontation, already having beaten each other with fists, chains, bats, chairs, knives, guns and rocket launchers, fall together 20 stories, landing on a car, and continue to fight.

In movies, car chases abound. I have found that most police departments are portrayed as inept in turning a steering wheel and if such were the case, should be issued Nerf pedal cars. Of course, it’s hard to defend against turbocharged exotic vehicles that can leave the ground, roll through the air, ultimately landing on their wheels while avoiding the foray.

Now for the crème de la crème:

Two young lovers awaken in the morning. Aside from their pristine look after a night of sleep, their eyes lock and with no regard to the hordes of bacteria present in their gutter mouths, they begin to imbibe each other’s morning breath.

Nuff said. Where’s the mouth wash?

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