I’ve been a bit behind in my blogging for three weeks now. A big trip to Mexico followed by an illness that felt like the flu have really set me back. But I’m starting to catch up.
Over the past few weeks a few things have happened in succession which I couldn’t help but juxtapose. First, the film No Country for Old Men took four Oscars. Then two young women at universities in the south were killed more or less at random, petty robberies a motive in both cases. Take a look at Eve Carson and Lauren Burk. Try to imagine what it might be like to be the parents, grandparents, friends, classmates or neighbors of either of these two women.
Eve Carson, 1985-2008. Murdered for an ATM withdrawal.
Lauren Burk – 1990-2008. Murdered for her ATM card.
As it turns out, I don’t have to imagine in my case. Lauren’s family attended Temple Kol Emeth, a synagogue about a mile from my home in Atlanta. As I was driving to the airport last Sunday to return to Dallas I passed by the Temple as her funeral service was being held. I’m pretty sure that I met Lauren’s parents once a few years ago when I was doing some personal study on comparative religion. I can’t imagine their grief.
What do these tragic deaths have to do with No Country for Old Men? Nothing. At least not directly.
I have traveled quite a lot in recent years and I’ve noticed a few things big and small about us Americans that separates us from most of the world’s popular culture. Some of these things have less serious consequence than others. Take for example our relative obesity. Spend a week or two in most European or Asian countries and then come back. You won’t be 100 yards off of the airplane before it hits you like a bag of bricks just how damned fat we have become. Land of the free and home of the brave? Somehow waddling out of Wendy’s with a Baconator in one hand and a bucket of Coke in the other doesn’t fit that ideal. It’s not pretty, but it’s not the most serious thing in the world either.
Our uniquely casual attitude toward violence in entertainment, on the other hand, has terribly tragic consequences in my opinion.
Here in the US we are arguably very prudish and hypocritical in our concerns about sex in entertainment. In mainstream TV and film we effectively censor sexual content to a large degree while privately I would bet that we are the biggest per capita porn spenders in the world. Meanwhile, the blood flows in rivers out of our movie screens, television sets and game consoles – to a far, far greater degree than anywhere else. For the most part it’s just not like this in other parts of the world. Take Javier Bardem’s comments on the matter. Keep in mind that Bardem is the 2007 Oscar winner for best supporting actor owing for his portrayal of the psychopathic Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men:
“I had a problem with the violence. In Europe we don’t have a problem about sex. We show our ass; we make love—that’s fine. People on the set are relaxed. But when you’re doing a movie and they give you a gun, people in Europe still say, ‘Is this really necessary? Is it going to help to tell the story for us to kill somebody or to take out a gun?’ In America it is the opposite.”
Indeed. The Coen brothers apparently got Bardem to believe that the movie is meant to deplore this sort of violence, but who really believes that? If you want to make a statement about the tragedy of violence you don’t do it with this kind of film. You do it with a film that focuses on the depth of the tragedy, not the graphic extremes of the violence.
Of course it’s not just film and television, music and games too.
Rewind to around the time when these two murdered young women were born and a lot of the “lyrics” you hear in popular music today would have been socially unacceptable in just about any circle. Today however, we broadly and passively accept the discussion of casual yet brutal violence – particularly against women – as just part of the norm in music. Nowhere is this more prevalent than in the hip hop genre, where beating, raping, maiming and killing “bitches and hos” is now standard fare. The simple fact is that kids today – and in particular young black men – grow up steeped in a popular culture that celebrates and glorifies monstrous acts – behavior that fully disregards the humanity of other people. We are somehow supposed to accept this as being “authentic” (how insulting this would be to me if I were a black man) and would also be led to believe by the purveyors of this cultural garbage that it is somehow harmless, that it has no effect on actual behavior.
Really? Does anyone out there really believe that? What do you want to bet that the thugs who murdered Eve and Lauren have grown up on music from the likes of 50 Cent and Ludacris as opposed to artists who don’t glorify rape and murder?
If depictions of behavior have no impact on real behavior, please explain to me how advertising revenues run into the hundreds of billions of dollars each year. A lot of pretty smart people prove day in and day out that words, images and video can and do affect how we think, buy and otherwise behave. The idea that popular entertainment is somehow separated from the behavior of the people that soak it up is self indulgent stupidity.
Of course it’s not just hip hop. Gratuitous violence oozes from American entertainment in every direction. Ever heard anyone describe the Hostel movies? Try this. Read the movie review posted here on Hostel: Part II. Pay particular attention to how director Eli Roth describes his mood when he’s filming horrific acts of torture and murder. Then try the interview with Roth and Quentin Tarantino here. Scroll back up and look Eve and Lauren in the eyes. Now what do you think of Roth’s glee? How do you like Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction now?
Today people routinely accept the idea that second hand smoke makes people sick, that pollution in general can degrade health, and that “hate speech” is bad. Everybody knows that having good role models is good for kids. How can we possibly believe that the cultural poison of casual violence in entertainment can do anything other than make our lives cheaper and more dangerous?
Everybody ought to know that a society which freely supports the objectification and murder of young women as a form of entertainment is going to wind up with more of them killed in the real world. And yes, if you buy this sort of entertainment you’ve got a hand in the violence – however far removed it may be from the actual perpetration. I love the United States of America and would live nowhere else in the world, but we are more than what we have become. At all times every human being sets an example for all others and in some ways, our country’s example has become pretty pathetic in recent years.
I look forward to the day when we remember ourselves.


