Jane and I visited our Mall the other day. On the spur of the moment we decided to see what was showing at the movie houses. Took the elevator to the top floor and walked along the line of posters advertising the different movies.
Every one of them, I mean every one, was an image of muscle-bound, gun-toting, absurdly tattooed and aggressive blobs of unredeemed masculinity, indiscriminately blowing up the world around them. Needless to say we left. So tired of this kind of crap and this in a nation labelled as one of the most violent in the world.
The saying goes that you can tell the soul of a nation by the way it treats its animals. Let me add another – you can tell the soul of a nation by the kind of movies dominating its entertainment circuits.
I think I’m getting old.