There really are days when I think I should just cancel the whole movie channel network on television. Last night was one of them. I came home to find the youngest dressed in his Samurai suit, pumped and wired, for last night’s festivities. For the uninitiated, it was Halloween and it was also his last Halloween as a participant.
He had reached the magic age of 12, after which its door duty all the way in my household. He was busying trying to pass the time until his brother got home from guitar lessons so he could go out. The Last Amazon or I would have taken him out, but at 12, apparently it is not cool/sick to trick or treat with a mother or big sister in tow.
He thought he would watch an appropriate type Halloween movie to get him in the mood by choosing one of the movie channel’s fright night offerings. I have mixed feelings about Halloween. I think it’s relatively harmless and the children seem to get a great deal of pleasure concerning it and chocolate is always a good thing but the glorification of evil and gore leaves me squirming with unease.
Which is part of the reason I made the youngest dress up as Winnie the Pooh for about 5 years running – until he balked and appealed to another authority for saving. For the longest time, I had a Pooh Bear, Batman and Xena. I really miss those days when I use to take them out. When we would arrive at a house Xena would take the lead holding her sword high, issue her battle cry to rally the boys for a charge up the steps. Sigh.
Anyway, the movie he was watching was something called Saw ll. I have never seen Saw l and after watching 20 minutes of Saw ll it is doubtful I ever will and never will he until he can pay his own damn rent. But it got me to thinking, if the purpose of this kind of movie is to entertain; who exactly is the producer’s target audience for this kind of slash and gore fest?
Maybe it’s just me, but should we, as a society, be pandering to the deranged and mentally unbalanced in this way? I wouldn’t take my 16 year old to the coroner’s office to watch autopsies on a regular basis or send her to shadow the police at a murder scene for the entertainment gore value. Nor would most grown-ups I know find it a relaxing way to spend their down time. So why do we indulge Hollywood with enough cash to keep the motivation on the high end for churning these truly atrocious slash/gore films?