Going to the cinema with your children, is it always a piece of cake?

For once, I won’t be a killjoy, I won’t be the devil’s advocate for this show: I love cinema, and I love taking my child there.

Mind you, I hadn’t waited for his arrival to see animated films in theaters, the new Pixar like the last Ghibli. And it sometimes takes a certain amount of courage to face the looks of these mothers who wonder why an adult man comes to lock himself up with their kids in a dark room to go see Ernest and Celestine !

Is it going better now that you’re going accompanied?

Oh yes, much better! No really, I like going to the cinema with my son. And so much the better, in a way, because cinema with children is like very spicy chicken vindaloo, it is better to like before starting.

Again last Saturday, the two of us went there to see a Spanish masterpiece of the 7th art, “Tad the Explorer and the Emerald Table”. This one, we didn’t advertise it much on France Inter I think… You should know that going to the cinema on a Saturday afternoon in Paris, for two, adult and child, it already costs you 22 euros 50, which is still a nice sum, the equivalent of two subscriptions to the platforms, for a film of around 1h20 credits included… Let’s say that at this price, you think twice before adding the pop- corn and drinks, which would quickly increase your movie screening to the price of an evening at the opera.

Anyway, we don’t always have time to go to the shop, because I take care not to arrive in the room too early. First, because when it comes to children’s time, there aren’t always a crowd, especially for the past two years. And because when you go to see a children’s movie, it happens that the trailers are not always those of children’s movies! “What my darling? Yes, that’s a zombie”, or “no, a priori, Allociné did not plan for Tad the explorer to face the Nazis. »

So do not arrive too early in the room, but still hope to find a small booster cushion for the child, a cushion which, moreover, we will quickly remember that it is perfectly useless since the child in question will be watching the film sitting, standing, on your knees, then on your knees, before opting for an almost upside-down version which is likely to amuse your neighbors.

Finally, your neighbors. When you go to the cinema with children, you will notice that the strategies are totally different than for other cinema outings. There, the objective is not to sit in the middle of the room, but as far as possible from the other spectators. It’s a fairly fine math, where you count very quickly in your head the number of seats that separate you from this other dad with child at the end of the row, and from the grandmother who came with her three grandsons to the row F. It’s not that you don’t like them, or that they smell bad, no, it’s mainly that children in the cinema remind me of my late grandfather, that is to say that they talk at the top of their voices throughout the film thinking that you don’t hear them, when even the projectionist can hear them shouting: “Did you see, Tad the explorer, he fell. »

And it’s true that there’s always a little moment when you remember that in the next room, they’re broadcasting the latest Palme d’Or, and that perhaps you could discreetly sneak out on the pretext of a break toilet – except that Tad the explorer only lasts 1h20, and you will have to follow him to the end of his adventures to find the emerald table.

And yet, despite all this, do you persist in wanting to go to the cinema with your family?

And yes I persist, and I sign. Because when I think back to my youth, I often see those family outings to the cinema. I think back to Bernard and Bianca in Kangaroo Country and to The BearI think back to Hook and White Fang, and even Jurassic Park, at the Patay cinemobile, in Beauce, where I asked my father after 10 minutes if we could leave the room – fortunately, he had refused. I think back to it because it was moments of sharing, moments when we could discover together, at the same time, a new film, moments with their little rituals, this large parking lot in Orléans where we were going to park, the posters of the Artistic that already made you want to be in February, the ushers to whom we gave our pocket money and the laughs that we had shared, and then the exit of the room, when the cold had fallen, that we were a little in a hurry, but happy to have the right to go to bed a little later than usual.

So yes, there is undoubtedly nostalgia in this love of cinema that I want to pass on, but there is also this taste for the cinema itself, this bubble out of time and distractions for us absorb into an imaginary. It is also this taste for films that cinema transmits and that children learn. So when the lights go out and his eyes light up, I’m delighted to be in the front row of his wonder, and I just have to enjoy his session.

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Going to the cinema with your children, is it always a piece of cake?