Yesterday, I watched Mr Furlong enjoying his violoporn movie on TV. I refused to watch.
I wondered how weird it was that now public executions, torture, child labour, any violent behaviour, smacking children even, filth, illness, poverty and death are judged unacceptable in our modern western society, and even the most innocuous words are “abuse” if they hurt other’s feeling, that such ghastly violence and language is dished up to us as “entertainment” in movies and films.
And in this secular age, we enter into the realms of illogical fantasy – always violent fantasy – by resurrecting old-fashioned Gods and mythical creatures that offer us gratuitous suffering – rubbish, actually.
We are served up movie plots (and series) that are pastiches of the grotesque, the abnormal, the ugly, the disgusting, the shocking.
Mr Furlong is a gentle man. Yet he will watch what I call violoporn movies (and never fall asleep as he would in a documentary, say) with a beatific smile on his face.
I have to assume there are not enough public floggings, beheadings, burning of witches at the stake, lynch mobs, torture chambers, fire-breathing dragons, Gods that strike us down with bolts of lightning and/or suffering in our lives.
What was once common, is now so rare, we have to manufacture the brutal so people can enjoy it!