Showing posts with label fictional characters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fictional characters. Show all posts

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Cheese Grates It: Sometimes Fiction Goes too Far




SPOILERS!!!!!
This goes under some anti tags, not because I hate the show or the characters, but because I am going to say some things which are critical of certain events which transpired during a certain episode of the show.
I just got around to starting Season 7 of The Walking Dead, and I won’t be watching again for a while.
I am one of those people who thinks that the show went too far with the level of violence depicted in this episode.
Some people argue that the level of violence was necessary to show what a shitty, horrible, evil person Negan is, and that part of what happened to Glenn was shown in the comic so they simply translated that to the screen.
I think that it would be possible to show that Negan is a brutal psychopath without showing every blow as his victim’s head is turned into an unrecognizable paste.
Some people counter assertions such as mine with the old “but REALISM!!!111!!!” chestnut.
Dude or dudette, it is a show about zombies taking over the world. Zombies aren’t real. I watch shows like The Walking Dead because I want to escape from reality, not to see Horrible Shit That Actually Could Happen shoved in my face.
I’m not squeamish when it comes to gore, but I am a bit picky about my gore.
I’m not bothered by hyperviolence, such as is shown in video games. Everyone should watch Jim Sterling’s explanation of the ways in which video game violence is unrealistic.




I don’t mind having human aggressors brought into the mix in a show such as The Walking Dead. It does give a certain necessary element of realism to prevent the program from becoming a 45 minute long dramatized version of a video game. There have been human villains on the Walking Dead prior to Negan.
I’m not someone who is easily unsettled by blood. I’m a nurse who was also previously trained as an EMT. I probably have a higher tolerance for dealing with actual blood than the majority of people. When I was attending EMT training classes, my schedule tended to go a little bit something like this: Rush out of work, hurry down the highway about 20 miles, grab something through the drive through window, eat it in class while watching gruesome footage from accidents.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care about the victims of said accidents. However, I had developed a certain level of stoicism regarding such footage, because there was a possibility that one day I might have to deal with incidents of this nature up close and in person.
Thus, I am not easily fazed by gore.
I don’t enjoy movies such as “Saw.” I dislike splatter films and torture porn. I like my violence with a touch of unreality. I enjoy seeing characters going up against monsters, i.e. Xenomorphs and zombies. There is usually a human (or humanoid) antagonist in such stories. I’m fine with that as well.
An element of hyperviolence with a character such as Negan is fitting. To say that Negan is not a nice guy is the understatement of the ages. I’m fine with that. Yes, Negan should be nasty--really nasty. That being said, the creators of The Walking Dead went too far during Episode 1 of Season 7.
It was not necessary to show blow after blow of the barb-wire wrapped bat striking the head of the victim.
Yes, I’m aware that no-one was actually harmed during the filming of these scenes and that the gore was all special effects. I nonetheless feel that it went too far.
I would never have watched The Walking Dead again had there been such a scene during the first episode. To reiterate, I don’t like torture porn or splatter movies.
There are real serial killers and psychopaths who devastate the lives of not only their victims but their victims’ families. I saw the footage filmed by Leonard Lake and Charles Ng psychologically torturing their victims before killing them. This is not entertainment.
There are real warlords who brutally torture and murder their victims. I read that during the Rwanda genocide, the skin from victims’ genitals was sometimes nailed to trees. Family members were sometimes tortured in view of one another by despots such as Pol Pot.
This shit happens in real life. So, yes, you can establish that Negan is that kind of evil bastard. Nevertheless, it is not necessary to have a graphic, gory, blow by blow depiction of his slaying of a victim to establish the nefarious nature of his character.
To recap: I am someone who is generally not bothered by hyperviolence or fantasy gore in fiction and who is trained to deal with medical emergencies, including medical emergencies involving blood and possibly bones or viscera emerging where they shouldn’t be, and I feel that the torture/murder scene in Season 7 Episode 1 of The Walking Dead was too much.
I won’t be watching The Walking Dead again for a while. At this point, I honestly wish that Glenn had been killed by walkers instead.
As a counterpoint, I do think that Jeffrey Dean Morgan is a fantastic actor. His ability to switch from a hero role such as John Winchester to a villain role such as Negan seamlessly is testament to his mastery of the craft, and he deserves an award.
Personal Never Will Be Canon headcanon:
I want to see John Winchester take Negan down.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~


Another post regarding my thoughts on fantasy violence:

Sunday, April 2, 2017

The Cheese Grates It: Victor and Me



At first glance, you wouldn’t think that Victor Henriksen and I have anything in common.
Victor is a tough FBI agent who takes on the most dangerous criminals.
I am a nurse who works with medically fragile children.
Victor can definitely kick an ass or two.
My body has so many things going wrong with it that it’s getting to the point where the only thing “tough” about me is my fuck you attitude and the consistency of my flesh.
However, Victor and I do have something in common nonetheless, and here it is.

“My job is boring. It’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save a few people…maybe. That’s the payoff...So yeah, sign me up for that big frosty mug of wasting my damn life.”

The nursing I do is not “sexy” nursing. It is not high energy, racing to save life and limb as quickly as possible ER nursing, although at any moment in usually stable case, I may have to drop everything and attempt to do just that.
The nursing I do involves caring for those with chronic conditions. I clean up a lot of poop, snot, and vomit. The patient I’m working with currently has a very rare congenital disease. This disease is terminal, but nobody knows how long this kid has because he is literally the oldest living person with the disease. Most kids who have this disease die before their fifth birthday. My patient will be twelve this year.
This kind of nursing is notoriously low paid. Home care nurses do not get paid time off. If I take a day off, it’s always on my dime. A lot of home care agencies treat their nurses like crap. The previous agency I was with asked me to work 60 hour weeks consistently and would have been fine with having me work a 72 hour week, but I drew the line. They had me work when I was sick. There was always the emotional blackmail of “the family really needs you.” Then when the inevitable happened and I fell asleep during a shift, both the family and the agency were more than happy to fuck me over.
You hear about the saintly nurse for whom the work isn’t about the money, it’s about the caring. I do care very much about every patient I’ve ever worked with. However, in many ways being in the medical profession is a big frosty mug of wasting my damn life, and no, it is not an option to just change jobs or to go back to school. I don’t know how to do anything else and nobody’s going to pay my way while I’m trying to get an education in some other profession. I can’t take the cut in pay to go work at a hipster cafe or new age book shop while I try to figure out my life’s purpose.
So that’s what Victor and I have in common. We both work in noble professions and have fuck all to show for it when the day is done.
I probably won’t die by being blown up, though. I’m guessing my kidneys will shoot the moon one of these days (fuck you diabetes) and I’ll be poisoned by my body’s own waste. Good times!

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~