Monday, December 6, 2010

Scary Television and Movies - Not For This Scardy-Cat

Grey's Anatomy is one of my favorite shows, but when I watch it I miss I would guess a third of each episode.  That's because I spend much of my viewing time not watching it.  I am either looking off to the side and seeing the action in my peripheral vision, or I'm watching the top half of the screen, shielding the rest of it with my outstretched hand.
I can't handle the gory stuff. I know it's fake but they make it so realistic and I am completely inept at overcoming the sight of the blood and surgical procedures. Why do they have to show such explicit stuff? Do people really get into seeing it? Isn't their imagination of a scalpel slicing through flesh, or a limb fractured in multiple places, or a blood spurting from an artery enough? Do they really need to see it visually?
I have always been queasy when it comes to human injuries. I say human because I can help an animal that's been critically injured without a moment's hesitation. When my beloved poodle-mix dog, Peanut, was unfortunately smooshed in front of my grandmother's house by a semi, I stoically used a shovel to lift his lifeless body and bring him home to bury. I will always stop on the side of the road if I see fresh road kill in case the animal is suffering and I can be of some help.

In the case of a human-involved road accident, however, I am pretty sure I will be arrested for that rule that you are supposed to help an accident victim; I just couldn't bring myself to see whatever mutilation has occurred. I know I don't have that kind of courage in me. I think it started when I was a little girl and one of my neighbor friends, Linda Senchoway, broke her arm when we were playing on the swings in my back yard. She fell off the swing and began to cry. As she held up her crooked arm she began to walk toward me and I backed away in complete horror and fear. I still regret that action but realize its impact as I can recall that moment all these years later.

Another memory is of living with my grandmother during the years when she was becoming slower and more fragile with age. I was in our kitchen, she in the bathroom. I heard a loud thud and then she groaned. I was struck paralyzed; I did not want to go in there to see my grandma hurt. Luckily, it was a minor fall, she'd stepped on the floor heater vent and her leg fell through. She was not hurt and I survived that scare, as did she.

I just don't get the draw to movies that show images of maiming and bloodshed. I don't go see horror movies, especially the ones that depict scenes of carnage that can happen in real life.

Take Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Saw, for example. I've seen neither but the first one is pretty self-explanatory and the second probably is too. I remember my daughter, Erin, seeing one of my car license plates with the letters SAW in the mix. She didn't like looking at it because it reminded her of that movie. That's my point; why watch images of things that will haunt you forever? What I really don't like about those movies is the idea that someone out there might be vulnerable and mentally unstable enough to watch a movie like that and carry out the actions they saw on the big screen.

That's my rant for this post. I'll keep watching Grey's Anatomy and continue to miss most of the show because I'm saving my brain space for positive images and good thoughts. I plan on having sweet, not scary, dreams tonight.

1 comment:

Vegas Linda Lou said...

No, I don't like that gory stuff, either. And forget violence! I'll take a comedy any day.