This thread and the movie are not for everybody. I'll stay away from the theater just like I should have stayed out of this thread.
It's interesting how conflicted we are about
whether we are conflicted, or
how we are conflicted or
why.
We have "Horrorcrammers" avowing that the content is too spicy, too dark. And yet, Captain Steel offers a list of more than a dozen dark and spicy films that touch on "real world" stuff (some of it very grim indeed) that, in the main, we do not flinch at.
We have had a heated argument in this thread about whether America, at large, is even culturally conflicted (the old "It's not happening" response).
And this is the second time you've made this comment.
It's a given that not every thread and every film appeals to everyone. With this film, however, you've felt it necessary repeat this truism and dramatically exit stage
left. The apparent message is, "so who is coming with me?" Is it time for Sharks to go, because the Jets are holding down this corner?
And yet the film itself, from what I've heard, is rather tame in terms of content. That is, trafficking is happening. A real problem. It is bad. We do like to fantasize about helping the helpless and saving children and this genre of film is pretty well established.
Thus,
we're in this odd space where it is not the film itself, but the speech-act surrounding the film (e.g., what it says about you to attend the film, or like the film, or recommend the film), the message that is performed in the marketing, consumption, and debate, the sub-text which is overtaking the text.
And all of this adds weight to my guess that this might be evidence of a growing schism in which our culture separates into different viewing markets. Jets watching this film A in theater 1, Sharks watching film B in theater 2.
Cinema, for so many decades, was our great collective dream. It was a sort of experiential short-hand. Philosophy teachers could count on the fact that students had seen
The Matrix to talk about Plato's Cave. We could talk folk-psychology with each other by referencing
When Harry Met Sally (You're a Sally! You have to have everything on the side. You're high maintenance.). We all knew that
Darth Vader was the ultimate baddie.
Now we have a dearth of Vaders - these cultural touchstones for conversation. The internet ended that. We all have our own apps and subs and widgets. A bubble for every boy. A chicken in every crackpot. And we might now be seeing the start of a serious self-segregation of even film viewership. If so, that is sad. Film used to be a great collective unifier (not a purity test). And what is most baffling of all is that the films we segregate into might be rather innocuous save for the speech-act performed by watching it.