No no, some people have to learn from their own mistakes.
You tell a toddler to not reach up and touch the stove because a burner might be hot. You don't tell a 25 year old man not to touch a burner - by that age they should have either learned from extrapolating data about the world, from their childhood experience, or someone else's experience. Regardless, at a certain point, you just let morons burn their fingers.
Oooh, Detective Pikachu - Rated R.
A gritty, bleak, neo-film-noir take on a grizzled, aged, jaded Pikachu who just needs to finish his work before he can pass on - his duty keeps him alive.
Opening scene - Black and White.
We enter an alleyway, slicked down with rain, with clearly muddy debris visible under the surface of the water in foot prints as characters pass.
The camera pans up, to a victim. The gore, the blood, the entrails, the brains... All vividly rendered in color against a monochrome background.
Zoom into Pikachu's eyes. He squints for a moment, takes a drag off his non-filtered cigarette, closes his eyes for a moment as he inhales, and tosses the butt into the alley gutter.
Opening credits roll.