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Where the cheesy red corn syrup and the latex severed limbs are flying and dude in a hockey mask is popping out of the toilet or whatever. I've been known to watch a whole day of flesh-chomping, one-lining, breast-exposing zombie flicks.
But I will not watch Hostel. I will not watch Saw. Nor any of their sequels or spinoffs. While I don't mind spectacles that are meant to be over-the-top and show it frequently (a category that, for me, includes The Hills Have Eyes, and Rob Zombie's pair of splatterfest movies) but I will not watch those two and their like, because, well, it's snuff film.
There is a vast difference, for me at least, between slasher flicks, and the Saw-type movies. With a Slasher, you have a plot, weak as it may be. Bad evil Guy, whether it's a menace in a mask, an army of the undead, or a troupe of inbred serial killers, is on the march and causing problems, and eventually cross paths with our plucky young (or not...) heroes. Some of those heroes will die, and all will get the bejeezus scared out of them. In the end though, they win (...or do they?)
With the second class of movies, though, it's nothing so much as a montage of various means of torture and death. You sympathize with the slasher victims. You cheer for them to get out of the locked bathroom or to find the car with the keys in it. With the Saw-type movies, all you've really got is this gnawing sense of being violated, yourself... because there's really no escape for the people on the screen, yet you still try to sympathize with them. Or worse - maybe you don't.
That said, I don't believe these kind of movies cause that sort of outlook. I think they expose it. Art, even the gross grungy stuff, is a look at the society that produced it. We live in a period where rape and murder of prisoners is not only accepted, but even encouraged! And that's within our own prison systems, to say nothing of our secret ones, and even the not-so-secret ones. We live in an environment where we're told we must kill, and kill, and kill again because our "freedom" depends on mass slaughter. Our culture has discovered sex sells - whether it's an emaciated chick with big tits, or a brainless man with lots of money and scruffy cheeks, and that objectification grows ever more prevalent.
People - men and women both - are now objects. props in our day-to-day quest for satisfaction for whatever it may be - sex, entertainment, money. If someone is a problem, well, they should die, or at least be locked away and tortured and raped and starved. They are "of no worth" and so this "just punishment" is warranted. Right? Welcome to the corporate culture of America, where the "human face" is a Wal-mart smile
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