Why is it that mankind is obsessed with its own destruction?
I never watch T.V. and almost never watch. During the three years I was in , I stepped into a movie all of about twice. Things haven’t changed much since I moved home. Despite the fact that I live just across the street from a theater, I almost never go. Yes, yes, I know. There are a lot of great films out there. On the whole, though, well . . . Let’s just say I’d rather be reading or writing or riding my bike.
This past Sunday, however, I made an exception. My brother invited me to see Iron Man 3. I hadn’t seen my brother or his girlfriend in weeks, so, despite the fact that Iron Man 3 isn’t really my kind of movie (though I do love Robert Downey, Jr.), I decided to go.
And I was reminded once again of . . .
But perhaps I should back up. If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I am a sissy. I used to run out of the room scared in Care Bears as a kid, and little has changed since then. I closed my eyes through a large portion of Iron Man 3 (I don’t need to see all the fighting—I just need to know how it ends!), and I’m wasn’t thrilled about most of the previews before the movie, either.
In fact, it was the previews before Iron Man 3 that prompted this post. There they were, one clip after another:
Earth has been taken over by evil. Now, we must fight back.
There are parallel worlds of darkness kept apart—for a reason.
A big spaceship is ready to blow a little spaceship to smithereens.
. . . Death and destruction.
Aliens and war.
Killers and psychopaths.
Dungeons and torture chambers.
People without hearts.
People without consciences.
Blood and guts,
and gore . . .
Etc., etc., etc.
It’s actually laughable, if you think about it. It’s as if each film is competing with the last as to who can do a better job of scaring the pants off of its audience, each plot growing more and more absurd . . .
And I really don’t get it. We say we’re horrified by some of the terrible things that are happening in the world today, and yet look at what we are pumping into our systems. Look at what is becoming “normal.” I say I’m a sissy not because I believe I actually am, but because most people are more tolerant of violence than I am.
And, honestly, I’m not sure that that’s a good thing.
Note: I’m headed to San Francisco this weekend to run in a 10k fundraising race for a blogging friend. If you haven’t met Arash of “Arash Recovery” or Mike, “The Blissful Adventurer,” I hope you’ll take a moment to get acquainted by clicking on the links above. I’m excited to meet them in person (would love to meet you all, actually), but, if I’m not able to respond to comments right away, you know why!