The first conclusion Chappie draws from the days long onscreen dance of concern and obsession with the religion obsessive "motives" of Syed Rizwan Farook and Tashfeen Malik, the San Berdoo Butchers (How's that for a headline moniker, Daily News?) is that we secretly enjoy this stuff WAY TOO MUCH. Many of us want to be angry, and to be angry first requires that you be afraid, very afraid. How else to juice up the fear factor regarding things that happen on TV and which have absolutely no relevance or connection to our individual lives than to hype endlessly the possibility (however infinitesimally remote) that something will happen: that Kim Kardassian's ass will finally fall off in the middle of some runway or other, that A&E will cancel Storage Wars in favor of a show about Donnie Wahlberg and Jennie McCarthy dating in real life (and leaving "Bates Motel" as the only scripted show on the network!) or that no one will revive the Pontiac brand EVER? You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
Coulrophobia: fear of clowns (painting by Michael Olivier, Grenoble France) |
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