As I have said before, the American movie has, almost always, a deus ex machina, a miraculous escape, a villain who plans everything perfectly and is foiled by someone who is merely lucky, usually someone who fails to really take the whole thing seriously, by cracking jokes and frequently taking their eyes off the task.
There is levity which is a break from the seriousness of life, and a levity which is something close to a moral and mental breakdown, which laughs at anything and everything without differentiation. I see the latter increasingly.
Tonight, at the Red Box, it occurred to me that if movies sell sensations, then the increasing need for sensory overload as seen in the increasing ubiquity of Horror films–which were once fringe media–would seem to indicate an increasing perceptual numbness and inability to process simple experiences fully.
Few thoughts. I’m vaguely repeating myself, but with whatever number of posts I have, I’m likely the only one who remembers.