Getting into a rated-R movie can prove challenging when a film’s dialogue has the eloquence of flatulence. There must be a memo going around Hollywood enlightening directors that moviegoers can easily lose touch with reality. Apparently, if the actors cuss enough to make their grandmothers cry, we may forget that we’re watching a movie; the scene will become so real, so in touch with our every day lives that are undeniably filled to the brim with curses, that psychosis will compensate for the blatant lack of a decent plot. Or, the directors are just delusional.

The terrible practice of galvanizing films with an unbreakable layer of the F-word has spread wildly among film studios. When critics (and, most notably, angry mothers) claim that morality has been jeopardized for crude, cutting humor, one would assume that, under these vicious allegations, film studios would put meticulous effort into making sure their sacrifices gain them viewers. Sadly, this is not true. It’s become increasingly common for studios to utterly disregard their target audience when deciding whether to cut or add rating-changing material. Since the over-usage of swearing results in the slashing of potential consumers, directors should be more attentive to their language; a successful film requires a rating that suits the target audience.

Bill Condon is one of the few directors who has the sense to tuck his ego into his pocket in order to make a more profitable film. Breaking Dawn (the fourth Twilight installment) was originally rated-R, and, realizing that the majority of his consumers will be underage, he understood that he needed to conform to PG-13 standards. So he did, and while his changes were slightly different from the manipulation of dialogue (instead, he had the actors put a few clothes on during a scene) he used the power of common sense to allow the potential consumers to sky-rocket.

 The bottom line is directors have lost sight of their target audiences. Theaters are already corrupt and ridiculous; I don’t need my movie-going experience to be destroyed by having my options slaughtered by a director’s poor choice.