Saturday, July 21, 2012
Maybe It's The Movies
I don't know.
We all try to make sense of something senseless.
I purposely avoided news coverage of the latest tragic events, because I didn't feel like I could handle the sadness.
Today, however, being Saturday, I was home, so I turned on the news channel, and it just all kept bombarding me, for about three hours, until I couldn't stand it anymore, so I switched it off.
I don't know if it's the movies themselves. Intellectually, I know it's probably not. It's the mental illness that causes people to do obscene things to other people.
But we're all looking for a scapegoat.
I saw the last Batman movie. I would have never gone, but for the fact that Heath Ledger was in it. It's just not my kind of thing. Give me a light comedy any day. Preferably, an intelligent light comedy.
Life is tough enough. Do we really need to sit in a cold, dark theater and watch murder and mayhem?
But people like that stuff. My husband and I watched, "Goodfellas" last Sunday. It was violent. I had to turn my head away a couple of times. But we still watched it, and we liked it.
Movies are insidious, though. They desensitize you.
You think, well, I got through this scene; I can take it. I can handle whatever they want to throw at me.
I didn't come of age during a time when blood and gore were the norm. I was freaked out by "Night of the Living Dead", for heaven's sake.
Kids now, though, this is their reality.
I am all about artistic freedom. Yet, I wonder sometimes if we've gone too far.
And, no, that's not an excuse.
I'm just trying to make sense of it all.