And, to add insult to injury, the couple in front of Myrton and me thought it would be appropriate to bring their 3 or 4 year old kid. Every time there was a sex scene, or a meat cleaver splitting the head of a pedophile who fed a little girl’s body to his dogs, or big blue schlong…the mom in me just came bubbling up and it took everything inside me not to grab that child and run out of there. Or at the very least, not turn on my cell phone and call Child Protective Services.

It was maybe the most uncomfortable movie going experience of my life. And I had diarrhea during a movie once, so that’s saying something.