Being a parent has its rewards and drawbacks.
For instance, you get to see another human being learn, grow and take their place in the world. That’s a good thing.
However, it does mean it’s nigh impossible to see any good stuff at the cinema without intensive pre-planning or suffering the pain of introducing aforementioned other human being to a catalogue of context. Case in point: Marvel Cinematic Universe. I’m not entirely convinced, at the age of almost-seven-and-a-half, that mini-guybles is ready to work through the backlog of films. So, myself and
cori_gated have opted to catch them on DVD for the most part.
Then Infinity War came out, before we’d even had a chance to catch Black Panther. At times, going on the internet has felt like going through a minefield on a space-hopper, such is the threat of spoilers.
My solution to this is to go for solo back-to-back showings of Black Panther and Infinity War (which is what
cori_gated did during the day, while I covered the parenting thing).
Thus, I will stumble out of the cinema around 2am...but at least I’ll be free of the danger of spoilers.