To make matters worse, when the lights came up we spotted several kids under 13 in attendance, including two cute young girls around ten, who just watched roughly 14 murders involving knives, axes, arrows through the head, a wood chipper, a bear trap, and several topless women getting diced into cat food sized chunks.
An annoyed colleague chased down this family and asked the mother why in hell she brought kids to a flick like this, and her answer was "If only I'd known". Right. Because there's no possible way to know that a twenty eight year old film series about a blade wielding mass murderer, would be, you know, violent or something.
So who's to blame?
Well mostly the classless, dim witted twits who think that bodily fluid exchange qualifies them for parenthood. The promotion company is tasked with getting a good turnout, and can't really control who shows up or gets in, but they should at least include a disclaimer on the passes, which will of course be ignored. But if you ask me, the studios, the theater chains and the MPAA, are all guilty, for failing to create or support in any way a true rating that works for adults. NC-17 is seen as the kiss of death, because they just can't dream of giving up a nickel to the lucrative teenage crowds they peddle gore, slime and choas to.