Being in our 40s but of an occasionally sophomoric frame of mind, my husband and I went to see "Get Him to the Greek" (rated "R" and for very good reasons) at the Metro 4 on Friday. We'd settled into our seats when a couple arrived with their two daughters - one may have been a teenager, but the other looked about five. (And we know our kindergarteners, because we left ours with her 17-and 14- year-old brothers in order to go out.)

The movie in question was ... impossible to describe on a family site like Edhat. Aside from the language (creatively foul), there was nary a scene that did not feature bare breasts, wild, drug-and-alcohol-addled sex (very vivid!) or the running joke of the main character's being violated in a very private orifice in a very public way.

The little girl two rows ahead of us hung in there for about twenty minutes, but then had to be escorted to the potty (by an obviously irritated mum). When they got back, she was obviously bored enough by the F-bomb and anal rape scenes; she ran up and down the aisle and swung on the banister bars for the rest of the movie.

Poor little tyke.

Poor us. Everyone else in the theater (except for this child's oblivious guardians) seemed really uncomfortable, and the whole scenario really spoiled the movie for my husband and me ... and I'm sure for others.

My question is this: I wanted to complain to theater management, but my husband told me not to bother - that having sold their quota of seats, they really wouldn't care if some poor little girl was being incurably warped by watching such (admittedly funny) filth.

Who was right?

BTW, as we left the theater, I watched with satisfaction and then dismay as another member of the audience confronted this little girl's parents. Looking self-righteous, they obviously told this Good Samaritan to F-off and indignantly walked off, their daughters in tow.

Would love to know WEWHD. (What Edda Would Have Done?)

Thank you.