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LOS ANGELES — The cinema on screen is "Youth in Revolt," but the title could impartial as easily apply to the audience.
Babies agonize and squeal at moments that are supposed to be serious, moms stuff the aisles, sipping soda while assuaging their Lilliputian ones, and a curly-haired toddler piece does laps around the auditorium while Fred Willard lays sprawled features-down on the rug, tripping on mushrooms.
This is a mommy-and-me movie, and I'm here with my son, Nicolas, who was born in November. For the uninitiated, these are matinees where moms (and dads) can convey their babies to watch new movies, and not just kids' make out, without worrying about bothering everyone else with spit-up and freak-outs. We're all in the same knockabout, and so such typical infant outbursts are, if not necessarily pretty, at least more acceptable in this setting.
Mommy-and-me movies take put out at theatres all over the U.S., including several throughout Los Angeles, and many venues in Canada. At the Pacific Theater in The Grove shopping nucleus, there's stroller parking in the lobby, the house lights are dimmed due enough to let you check on your child, and a table is set up near the entr for easy diaper changes. At the Los Feliz 3, mommy-and-me tickets are unprejudiced $6, and celebrity parents like Thomas Lennon ("Reno 911!") often sit in on.
Source: The Canadian Press