Can We Watch It – In 3D?

They dared me to watch the trailer. The good people at Rotten Tomatoes.com dared me to look at this new movie “The Human Centipede–First Sequence” like a bully holding a yucky worm with their finger waiting for me to bite. Needless to say I didn’t want to look like I’m some “punk” so I took the bait and waited if I could swallow the worm.

Barf bag, please? Anyone!

This trailer is one of the most disturbing and repulsive thing I ever viewed. I won’t get into the details about the movie; you, the reader, will have to judge for yourself if I’m right or not (that is if you can stomach the first past the first thirty seconds). This assessment of the movie is not from a prude. I’ve enjoyed Kill Bill 1 and 2 (two reasons: great fight scenes and Uma Thurman). I enjoy a healthy dose of violence provided there is a reason for it and it doesn’t come out to blunt me over the head without a purpose. I’ve seen Saw, Nightmare on Elm Street (the original), and most of the Die Hard movies.

Yet, I find it a sad statement in our country (maybe even Western civilization) when male viewers–the main target for such movies–know a thousand and one ways to dismember, destroy, and demolish a human being but these same males couldn’t tell you where the G-spot or the clitoris is located. Sadly sex receives the most protest while Hollywood continues to churn out the most violent material in the world. In the past decade alone, I think I can name on both my hands the number of sexually charged, erotically based feature main stream films. For violent movies, I don’t have enough fingers or toes to count. Where do the writers, directors, and producers find the imagination to create such violent orgasmic visuals to stimulate a generation of young men (and women) to a blood filled climax?

You can look no further than what we saw one time visiting a friend’s house. As we were talking with her I looked over her shoulder to see what her soon to be teen age sons were watching. It was the last 20 minutes of Ninja Assassins playing on the flat screen TV. Every detailed slice, dice and chop was in full view; the blood splattered all over the screen making the viewer part of the action without a slice felt on the skin. It was a bloody gourmet of carnage and mayhem. Then for dessert, the boys treated themselves to a healthy heap of some alien video game on Xbox. Imagine driving on an arid planet nuking Aliens for breakfast. Yum.

Violence Is Ok But Sex Is Not?

Be they creators of the genre or consumers of the material it is still sad we can’t convey or converse about sex, eroticism, or the emotional entanglements of sexuality. There are no video games, and few films, to discuss fully the knowledge these young men and women need regarding their one sexual needs or love for that matter. My generation of the 1980s is guilty of the same crimes as well. We gave the world MTV, Pro-wrestling, and Rambo. Why are we not surprised by the outcome of such a violent streak we see today? It’s as if we’re on some hidden blood lust we all share in a movie theatre with popcorn, soda, and Junior Mints to heighten our experience.

Thanks to technology we can see the blood and gore amplified in 3D right before our eyes. C’mon, you know you want to say it: “It’s as if we are right there in the middle of the action!” Here lies the problem: We will flock to see a fight, but we feel squeamish over two or more adults enjoying an intimate moment. It seems like our ratings board at the Motion Pictures Association of America can turn a blind eye to the blood letting, but God forbid we see any skin or sex. Speaking of the MPAA, has anyone heard of the movie “This Movie Is Not Yet Rated?” I just watched it a bit ago and it is pretty scary how one entity can dictate how the rest of America should watch a movie. One stat from the movie struck me funny: “The MPAA rating board is the only rating system in the world where no one knows who is on it.”

This begs the question “who is watching the watchers?“ Maybe they are afraid of death threats or worse to their reputations. No one knows for sure, but it makes one wonder if they are afraid of a social earthquake will rattle their ivory tower near Hollywood. What alarms me is “they” don’t think that “we” can’t handle “that” because they say so. Sadly the MPAA seems to fit nicely in the movie studios because the movie studios are afraid of the backlash from middle America if a movie shows someone wiping semen from their lips or show oral sex on screen. But we seem to handle a 1,001 ways to kill a person very nicely. If you do get a chance to watch “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” please do, but do it because you want insight to the censorship made on your movie going experience.

Imagine what we’ve lost because filmmakers were forced to change the movie dramatically because the MPAA made the ultimate choice: Either accept the rating we gave you and have no one watch it, or change your movie and ensure a boatload of people to view your work. I think the hippies do have a point the famous catch phrase of the 1960s: “Make love, not war.” Sure would change our society if we had a few more glimpses of sexual freedom and variety and a lot less violent material.


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