Pray
tell, why do we have some much violence as entertainment?
I don’t
get it. What am I missing?
On the
rare occasion that Daughter Darling takes Little Boy Darling to the movies I
say, “Wait until after the previews, you can’t trust them.” We did go to the
movies with him recently—husband and I regularly attend, but daughter and her
son do not. I retrieved them from the race-car game outside, thinking the
feature was about to begin, but still we were assaulted with about one half
hour of commercials—of course the military was in there—and then came the
previews of coming attractions. We were so rummy by the time the feature film
came on screen we had forgotten what we came to see. (Oh yes, I remember. It
was Parental Instincts. I love Billy
Crystal and Bette Midler.)
When a
particularly violent movie scene manages to hit me unawares, I sometimes I look
around at the audience and notice that people are generally sitting with no
expression or reaction. That strikes me as strange. Are people internalizing
this activity? What am I missing?
People
want to feel. We want to feel even if it is a bad feeling. I’m from the old
school, I think angst is to show the hero overcoming obstacles and rising
triumphantly. That way we believe we can also do that. Yes, yes, yes, I have
heard ad-nauseam that without conflict you have no story. I believe that
writers resort to violence as a convenient way to add conflict. Fight scenes
reign supreme—even in so-called children’s movies. Okay, I know stories are to
entertain, enlighten, or enrage. I guess the violence is doing its job—it is enraging
me.