I’m really tired of kids in movies not listening to adults in emergency situations.
And I get it - it’s supposed to be that way to move the story along, but really, it irritates me and sometimes sticks out in my thoughts more than the movie did overall.
I know that as teenager, I wouldn’t have done half of the stupid things these children accomplish.
Let’s be real, as a Millennial, I was able to skate by on quite a bit before technology simultaneously improved and ruined some aspects of life.
Still, out of all the rules I broke – none of them were really tied to my safety or involved zombies or dinosaurs trying to kill me either.
Plus, I was the “mom friend” in my friend group and oftentimes the voice of reason.
Of course, that only worked
when I was within the immediate vicinity of my friends when their inspiration to do something dumb suddenly cropped up.
While it mostly worked, I can recall a handful of instances where it didn’t or I actually managed to get inspired by sudden stupidity.
Still, that’s nothing compared to a teenaged brother-sister duo in “The End of Oak Street” and their level of idiocy.
And the majority of that is related to a missing family pet – a dog named Starbuck that took off chasing dinosaurs.
I don’t know if it’s just some 1980s silliness, but when untold varieties of herbivore, omnivore and carnivores are picking off neighbors will-nilly, I think I’d be focused on keeping myself protected indoors.
I even discussed the situation with my mom after the movie ended and she agreed with me – those kids were dumb.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love our pets and their personalities and would fight a human over their safety and wellbeing.
But, that’s the line – a human threat is easily managed and anything like a zombie, dinosaur or alien entity is NOT easy to deal with.
Also, I definitely would not climb out the window in the dead of night to search for my dog while said animal was chasing dinosaurs through the neighborhood either!
Not to mention, out of our dogs, only one is halfway decent at commands and following them and even then, she really only behaves best for me.
I think that’s a credit to her breed – after all, Harlee is a Mini Aussie and smart as whip.
Mom’s Cockerspaniel Penny is semi-well behaved and the blind, senior poodle Keechi is really a lost cause.
I also told mom that I’d use Keechi as bait or an offering to distract or appease whatever the big, bad threat happened to be.
And since we don’t have any more outside cats, I’m not worried about those weinies since I know they’ll just go hide in a closet or under a bed somewhere.
Plus, when it comes to the few chickens we have, I’m sure those just count as snacks for two-million year old dinos as much as they do for modern predators.
But, when it came to the movie, it was aggravating to say the least and only made me want to throw popcorn at the screen and chastise those fake kids out loud.
