marilyn manson . fight club . redneck assholes
(damn. i really wish i was better at updating this.)
i just finished reading marilyn manson's autobiography.
i found it interesting that someone who i thought i had absolutely nothing in common with could show himself to be, in many ways, simply human, and thus much like me or anyone.
but i had originally gone into barnes and noble (all of the independent bookstores in town have closed down) to buy 'fight club', because i was intregued by many of the ideas in the movie--not because of the whole boys-beating-eachother-up-for-fun thing; to me that was a side issue. but seeing an anti-materialist statement made in a non-hippy-dippy, non-religious format was cool. some would say that it is hypocritical--an anti-consumerism message from a big-time hollywood brad pitt movie--and i can't argue. but what would life be without a little contradiction? it's funny; it's ironic.
'fight club' and marilyn manson's 'long hard road out of hell' struck me in a similar way; the violence and depravity washed over me but the ideas seemed worth paying attention to. the shock value, the horror and the gore were like decorations on more quietly appealing concepts; the contemplation of catharsis, facing your weaknesses, idealism.
i think that if you are dead-set against understanding something, you are sure not to, but if you try to look at it from the other side, it' not hard to realize why people do the things they do, even if you would have made a different choice.
but this theory has been challenged by another film, 'boys don't cry', the story of a woman who lives as a man and is discovered and destroyed for it. what motivated their violence? how could they have so little compassion? so little interest in compassion? i try to put myself in their shoes but i have no desire to be a stupid, redneck asshole.
so much for compassion.