Postmodernism, Or, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism
Two guys are sitting in a movie theater.
They’re watching something ‘inspired by actual events.’
One of them can’t stop crying. Loudly and horribly, like his mother just died.
The other one feels uncomfortable and tries to intervene.
“You know, things didn’t happen that way in reality. There was no love story. There was no attractive protagonist faced with a moral dilemma. Yes, a lot of people died, but in a way that was more like disgusting, less meaningful to your personal experience, with fewer implicit criticisms of the moral failings of your culture as a whole. It’s only a movie, bro.”
The one guy looks up, angrily wiping the tears from his eyeballs.
“I KNOW that. What do you think I am, an idiot?”
“You just seem awfully upset.”
“I AM awfully upset. “I wish they,” he gestures at the screen, “would hurry up and get it over with already.”
“Well, why don’t you walk out?”
He rolls his eyes and wearily slouches deeper into his seat. “Because. They’ll just be playing this out there, too.”