There's alot of talk these days about violence: how it's bad, how it's the root of all problems. Heck, violence is almost as bad a word as sex used to be. And movies dont help, the glorify violence, it's true. Our modern fascination with huge explosions could be a problem as well. While traveling through europe, I had a tour guide named Dimitri who said he couldn't stand American blockbusters. Too big they were, too loud. He loved inderpendent films where the sotries were of common people--small stories, real stories.
I wonder about the first stories. Were they songs of violence, of the conquest of the heroes? Were they about the man, or just a man? Or woman?
You see, I think we will never be rid of the blockbuster. It's not only in our social consciousness, its in our blood, in our soul, in our nature. The hero? Yeah, we won't get rid of him.
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