Stupid mindless violence is awesome.
While it often is the center piece, movies like Hostel or Zombieland do have stories, character development and concepts. It’s up to you whether or not you pay attention to them. Zombie movies often have metaphors to something or another, and slasher films that never die are a sick pleasure to follow when it comes to the absurd stories, dramatization and the trends of the time period it was made in make for an interesting, if sometimes not laughable attempt at setting in realism to draw out the fear factor.
There’s other stuff included, even if thrill factor and violence is the primary aspect…in which case, people have this sick desire to feel disgust and fear in the comfort of their own home. And why not? It’s a good way to relieve stress, laugh a little or otherwise have something stir up your emotions. Fear slaps the soul, and souls need much slapping, so to speak. It’s healthy. That’s why movies exist, whether you’re looking for a deep story about cowboys cheating on their wives or people bashing one another and painting walls red.
You get to explore a darker side of man, even if it’s all fake and hardly realistic. It’s also art if you ask me, and everyone likes art, even those of us who don’t limit themselves to fruit bowls and flower vases.
And even better if it DOES look real. As long as it isn’t, you know?
That said, movie violence isn’t real life violence. If you’ve ever seen someone getting punched out in real life, or the body of someone who was brutally killed, either through murder or a car accident or suicide, you’ll come to appreciate the light hearting of movie gore.
Not saying everyone is, or should be, into it, but even if violence is all there is, which often isn’t the case, it’s just morbid fun. It isn’t real, and therefore does not compliment one’s motivation to kill or slaughter people in real life.
If it does, then the person has a problem, and the film mainly adhered to an already sick mind which would have acted eventually, regardless.
Movie genres are often a lot more complicated and intricate than some initial facades seem to present, so you can’t really use that to define much of a person who enjoys a certain genre. If you do, really you’re as shallow as you might accuse them to be for enjoying gore.
I love horror because it brings me into a world where solving problems is easier. That’s all I ever watch is horror. But I’ve never killed anyone, I don’t have the desire to, and I know the line between ficiton and real life. What does that say about me, do you think?
Stuff like that also compliments the imagination, that is if you have one, most especially because of the monotony of seeing someone release 583490 gallons of blood from a nose bleed. Denno if it makes any sense, but really, guts and bones are just a nice little treat, as in icing on a cake.
Hmmm, juxtaposition.
Morbid fascination. Curiosity. It’s part of us, a remnant of the animal within, much more sternly tied in movies than in third world countries where you get your head lopped off for not believing in the right thing.