Elementary Friendship Deduced

Friendship.  The very word conjures up everything good and noble about relationships.  My friendships over the years have always given me a sense of bundled joy.  I have sought out friends and they have sought me out in a vice-versa tango of interests.

Currently I am watching the BBC’s Sherlock series on DVD.  I truly enjoy this production.  There is much to like:   the theatre-of-the-mind writing, the winding plots, the creators’ love for Conan Doyle writing’s, the clever cinematics and most of all,  the unabashed homage to friendship between the two male leads – Benedict Cumberbatch as Holmes and Martin Freeman as Dr. John Watson.  I said friendship and not homosexual liaison. 

As depicted in the first episode “A Study in Pink” Dr John Watson tries to pick up Mycroft’s female assistant while riding in a limo.  Later, while seated in a diner Watson tells the restaurant owner who has inferred that the two are together that he is not “with” Sherlock Holmes.  In the same setting Sherlock tells Watson that he is not looking for “any…” because he is “married to his job.” Thank God. We need to see hale and hearty male friendship depicted in a world infected with dehumanizing homosexuality.

Has the Dark Night Risen in You?

The recent massacre of innocent lives at the movie theatre should shock everyone back into reality.  Sadly, I doubt this will happen. Entertainment violence must go on for the sake of masses.  Liberal causes must be funded with the proceeds.

 As a kid I paid 25 cents for a Batman or Superman comic. I understood these illustrated ‘funny’ papers as fantasy narratives. The bad guys appeared as a weird assortment of surreal characters that seemed to be annoyances more than anything. I stopped buying comic books when I grew up.

 The Batman cult has evolved from fantasy comic books to serial spoofs (TV’s Adam West) to abstracted violence (Tim Burton and Joel Schumacher) to evil and chaos personified – Heath Ledger’s Joker (Christopher Nolan).  None of this is lost on the ravenous crowds who lust for more bloody entertainment.

 Teens, adults, even parents with young children come to the theatre to watch the gladiator sport of murder on the big screen. No age is immune to an addiction to violence. And the addiction is gladly reinforced by the profiteers of Hollywood.

 The Dark Knight Rises. Christopher Nolan. Auteurial vision. I see nothing but decadence from the bottom up. I will not go to see this movie out of respect for the victims. I don’t need Batman.

 Something to think about:  you know how a TV jingle or ad gets in your head and stays there?  What is lurking in your head, crouching, waiting to come out?  Will a psychotic break push you to unload the burned-in images of your anger, discontent, loneliness and rage onto others in the form of a cold-calculated bullet?

You are responsible for what you load into your heart, mind and soul. And, for what comes out.

Added:  https://sallyparadise.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/the-trajectory-of-jared-lee-loughner/

In memoriam, from Henryk Gorecki’s Symphony #3 “Sorrowful Songs”: