after watching Hannibal, where the doctor forced the bad guy to eat part of his own brain, sauteed in butter, for dinner, "Now that was very satisfying."
Another occasion for such a pronouncement (even if this little short is too PC for my taste):
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Saw this scene in the last post you put it in. Call me green, but I though I was going to faint or vomit afterwards. Was light-headed and nauseous for a few minutes. I'm not sure if it was the shear brutality of the whole thing that freaked me out, or the fact that part of me enjoyed it. The revelation that I was both pleased and mortified by such behavior was a doozy.
Last time I had an experience like that, was Junior year in high school, watching the Passion of Christ. I somehow made it through the Scourging without anything less then clenching my jaw. The Crucifixion was what did it for me. If I never have to see that scene again in my life, I'll be happy.
-Sean
On second viewing, not as affected. Not sure it that's good or bad. I know C.S. Lewis would say it's my manifestation of the human addiction to hatred and revenge.
...We truly are a messed-up species, if we can contemplate doing this to each other, or deserve such treatment ourselves, and find it enjoyable. Maybe Calvin wasn't completely wrong. All those repetitions of "Have mercy" at Mass really are warranted. A few dozen more might no be out of line.
-Sean
P.S. I'm not saying that I in any way enjoyed watching the Scourging or the Crucifixion. I noticed that my last post was a tad ambiguous on that point.
Being far more depraved than your young self, I enjoyed it, except for the obvious PC elements designed to validate and justify the central satisfactory action.
Decided to take a look at the Hannibal scene, as I had never seen the movie. Oh God, I wish I hadn't. Turned off the video right when he removed the scalp. Nonononononono. Tried to make it for the bed to lie down. Made it half way before slumping to the ground and blacking out. When I woke up, took me a couple seconds to realize it hadn't just been a dream.
I don't care how bad the guy was, or how much he deserved to die. That's just sick. Shoot the bastard and have done, if that's what you want. There are some lines you just. Don't. Cross.
-Sean
I was not too disturbed by the physical grotesqueries of Hannibal, but was left a bit de-kiltered by the whole story arc of the Dr. and Clarice's relationship in the book. The idea seems to be that if one's love is unrequited - esp. if because one is a psycho and the object of one's affections is not -- what you can workably do is kidnap them, drug them, give them some creative therapy until they are as unrepressed and sociopathic as oneself. And then love will have fertile soil to grow and bloom.
U r a sensitive soul, Sean.
And I agree, Nathan. The relationship is even more bizarre in the book, where she reciprocates.
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