"No Movie for Little Kids". Duh.

Saw "No Country for Old Men" tonight. Great flick. Different then the other Coen Brother movies I've seen. Loved the ending. Had me on the edge of my seat the entire time.

What also had me on the edge of my seat was what appeared to be a man, his father and two children - ages 5-6 and 7-8 (presumably the son's children) in the theater with me. They spoke with an accent, though I can't be certain the nationality. Caucasian. Children didn't have an accent. And the grandfather had his phone on - and actually took a call during the show.

Dumb bastards. These are people who I want to beat until unrecognizable only by dental records. They weren't really a nuisance - aside from the one phone call - or I would've said something. I should go back to the theater (Culver Plaza) and question the fact that they allowed adults to bring children into that particular flick. Though the R rating on this film allows children under 17 as long as they're accompanied by an adult, this was beyond-absurdity-judgement on the part of the two men. No questions. Period.

I know two adults with foreign accents in Culver City, CA that should seriously have their heads examined with a compressed-air cattle gun.