I digress. I wonder if the visual and plot content of these shows (Criminal Minds, Hannibal, et al.) has gotten rather extreme. Who would have thought that such carnage would routinely have gotten air time even just ten years ago? It’s probably true that we, as a TV-watching culture, have habituated to such extreme visceral images. Maybe we watch these shows because we can safely say to ourselves, well thank God I’m not that nuts or thank God that can never happen (to me). So, there is a sense of safety or smugness as we sit in the comforts of home watching people being torn apart. (For what it is worth, I am a little concerned about the mental health of the writers for Criminal Minds…those folks have to come up with a new form of mass murder or torture or both week after week – a lot of time with young women as targets).
When you come right down to it, the most frightening plot twists involve images not seen but implied. Then, imagination takes over and often delivers more of a jolt than a screen image. Maybe fewer body parts will enhance our imaginations?
One final post-script, I enjoyed the season finale of Hannibal and I’m looking forward to next season. What that says about me in conjunction with my mini-rant above? Who knows?