Male Comic Book Land
"Sin City" and the primal man.
4-3-05
I saw the “graphic novel” movie Sin City yesterday. This sort of comic book for adults evokes a certain kind of primal male sensibility. The male hero in this kind of book is a warrior, a fighter, good for nothing but destruction and mayhem. There are few mothers or children to be found in “Sin City.” There are no office workers or even politicians, except corrupt ones. The authority figures are all corrupt, the Senator with a psychotic serial murderer son, which he uses his power to protect. Even the Cardinal, who hides his corruption behind the cover of religious respectability.
Women in the movie are young, beautiful, sexy and usually prostitutes or cocktail waitresses in seedy bars.
The outer world is corrupt, including the police, who cannot be relied upon to fight crime.
So beneath the thin veneer of civilization, do men long for the good old days of their warrior past? Are women really the fountainhead of civilization, of culture and family? It seems that men damn themselves by the art they create and love.
I was surprised to see quite a few women in the theatre, including groups of females coming together to see the movie. What does this mean, I wonder. Perhaps females are drawn to this kind of primal man, the proverbial “bad boy” who served the purpose of protector in our evolutionary past?
4-3-05
I saw the “graphic novel” movie Sin City yesterday. This sort of comic book for adults evokes a certain kind of primal male sensibility. The male hero in this kind of book is a warrior, a fighter, good for nothing but destruction and mayhem. There are few mothers or children to be found in “Sin City.” There are no office workers or even politicians, except corrupt ones. The authority figures are all corrupt, the Senator with a psychotic serial murderer son, which he uses his power to protect. Even the Cardinal, who hides his corruption behind the cover of religious respectability.
Women in the movie are young, beautiful, sexy and usually prostitutes or cocktail waitresses in seedy bars.
The outer world is corrupt, including the police, who cannot be relied upon to fight crime.
So beneath the thin veneer of civilization, do men long for the good old days of their warrior past? Are women really the fountainhead of civilization, of culture and family? It seems that men damn themselves by the art they create and love.
I was surprised to see quite a few women in the theatre, including groups of females coming together to see the movie. What does this mean, I wonder. Perhaps females are drawn to this kind of primal man, the proverbial “bad boy” who served the purpose of protector in our evolutionary past?
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