When I'm looking forward to a movie, especially a war film or a true "horror" film, I also look forward to the R-rating. Many people will argue that today's version of a PG-13 really "pushes the boundaries" and can be very similar to an R-rating.
Bullshit hogwash. The R-rating is far greater, and you can't pass a PG-13 off as a worthy alternative. I still remember back in 1997 and seeing the preview for Starship Troopers, hoping that it would be an R-rated war-fest. When the first television preview came on about three weeks before its theatrical release, finally stating that it was "Rated R", I lost my shit. I was so happy that we would get a no-holds-barred version of a sci-fi battle movie, an outcome that would have been utter watered-down pussy shit had it been PG-13.
This week, two movies I was actually looking forward to (for different reasons) received their official ratings from the MPAA.
The first, the one that got me VERY excited, was an R-rating for the David Ayer-directed WWII tank film Fury, starring Brad Pitt. I really did not want to see another war film pissed on by the limitations of a teenage-friendly rating. I want realistic violence, true-to-life profanity usage, and perhaps a pair of titties. That's it. This was already one of the three movies I was looking forward to later this year, and now my adherence to that is solidified by a single letter: R.
On the OTHER HAND, the other movie that was raped by a PG-13 is for the movie with the poster I made a shit-ton of fun about, Dracula Untold...
...because nothing says "awesome vampire flick" like a movie about vampires that can show very little blood. Twilight already proved that vampires are bitches when hampered by a PG-13, and this film just got flung deeper into the diaper filled with movies covered in green shit. Seriously, after seeing the trailer, I was a little interesting in giving this thing a shot. Now, I give about as much a fuck as would cutting a homeless man's toenails.