Growing accustomed to the unthinkable
I passed a poster in the subway station for the sequel to the movie Hostel. Someone had written across it in black marker: "Stop Torture."
And I thought, "Yes. Stop Torture."
There are any number of arguments one can make about fiction and fantasy and art and about how it's "just a movie," and I should just lighten up.
Still, I wonder at how our concept of entertainment has become so strange and extreme, so twisted? Don't you?
This is the part of the show where I start to sound like the little old lady that I am.
Torture is not entertainment. Torture is evil.