Yesterday, my wife and I with another couple went to see a movie - I won't tell you; I am embarrassed that the wives made us go. (Oh, it was the Hunger Games thing and I must tell you I enjoyed parts of it; I try to be a snob, but I'm just so lowbrow!!!)
Anyway, the 6 trailers that preceded the film were for exceedingly strange and "unreal" movies. Vampires and robots and a modern Frankenstein, etc. Nothing approaching a real world, unless you count a real world being overtaken by aliens or the undead or whatever.
I know there have always been films like this. I saw them when I was a kid, but one of them said - after the deafening and last of the trailers - "It's no wonder your students are so messed up."
And it was a bit of a joke, but I've been thinking about it ever since. The things they take in obviously influence them, and surely we're all due some escapism. But this orgy of unreality made me feel a little nauseous and sad. I had the most ever students this term opt to write research papers on things like werewolves, strange phenomena, and video games than ever before. And I understand it in part.
It baffled me, is what I'm saying; like that's a shock.