As the film fades to black the vampires, the bad ones at least, have been vanquished, the ogres slain, the flesh eating super bugs conquered, and the psychotic digital universe banished to another dimension. Phew! Next program. The murderers have been caught, the psychotic blonds taken away, the pimps, pushers and gun runners have met their sticky ends. Next program. Meanwhile at home Mary is fatigued by emptying the dishwasher, Clair is afraid of climbing a ladder, John is terrified by the sight of a mouse and Brian is confused by a plug.
It seems the younger generation are being well prepared to tackle all manner of fictitious evil characters, well equipped to deal with the extremely unlikely yet dissolve like wet paper at the thought of changing a tyre or doing the washing up. But they’re young, impressionable; they’re our children, let them have fun. Surely the days of eight year olds working down the mine are over.
Now I don’t wish to appear like a character from a Dickens novel but shouldn’t we be preparing them for the real world?
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