I just walked out of The Expendables.
I’ve only done this once before, and that was because “Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li” was just an absolutely terrible film. This was different. Admittedly, I wasn’t enjoying the movie much to begin with, but honestly…I’m just done with “realism” torture action flicks. Actually, I think I’m just done with Jason Statham movies in general, as this isn’t the first time I’ve felt really horrible watching one of his movies. (Death Race was a movie I SHOULD have walked out on.)
I’m not quite sure where this sensitivity to violence came from. I thought I liked action flicks. And I do, but … I can’t figure out if Hollywood is getting more vile and disturbing, or if I’m just losing my immunity to that sort of thing, but I’m done. No more defining strength as being able to withstand anything — I’m now recognizing that there is strength in getting up and leaving when something is … wrong.
Minor spoiler, but: I realized there was something extremely wrong when I was THANKFUL that instead of the expected rape of the female victim, that they instead just waterboarded her. Oh yes, that’s SO much better. I walked out pretty much immediately after that scene. I have no idea how it ended, and no interest in knowing.
Sorry, Jason Statham. I like you as an actor, but the movies you’re in? Just gross. Admittedly, this will teach me to watch trailers before I go see a movie just because Nick wants to see it. Nothing wrong with that — he likes action flicks like that, but … yeah, I’ll pass.
Funny thing: A coworker of mine’s wife has him pre-read some books, and summarize up the not-Kate-friendly parts so she doesn’t have to read them. Maybe I should get Nick to pre-watch violent movies for me, and let me know if there are not-Donna-friendly parts.