The other day my sister got a strange craving for chips. For some reason, she wanted to make them herself. I’m still not going to bore you with the details. In any case, since I had to do the peeling and cutting (she’s allergic to raw potato) I decided to watch a movie while working. I chose DEBS. It’s a goofy, ditzy Charlie’s Angels romantic comedy with a twist. One of my faves.
Anyway, my sister walked into the kitchen and giggled when she saw what I was watching. I think she just watched a documentary about the MPAA because she asked me what DEBS was rated. I honestly had no clue. I grabbed the case and checked the back. Turns out it was rated PG13 for sexuality and language. I thought that was odd.
The DEBS are spies. They carry ridiculously large weapons, shoot at people, occasionally blow things up, hold people at gun point, get into fist fights and several shootouts, not to mention the scene where they’re trapped in bank vault and a large spiky ceiling descends upon them, only just stopping in the nick of time. But apparently there was no need to warn parents about the violence in this movie because no one actually gets shot and you never see blood. You just see the cool guns firing and the nifty fireballs of the explosions.