The fact that the child is out at midnight seeing a movie doesn’t bother me. It’s summertime and two of my kids and I are night owls. My kids are not overly sheltered, but I don’t think I would have taken my daughter, who is 6 BTW, to a movie that intense. I don’t blame the mother for her daughter’s death. There’s only one creature responsible for that. I do feel terrible for the mom. She is paralyzed and her daughter is dead for no reason.
I think part of the problem is that a lot of people don’t recognise the value of “late night moments” in bonding with their kids. For me, those moments were late movies, concerts, fireworks displays and the first moonwalk.