Fifty Shades of Dark City

I finally decided to see the Christopher Nolan Batman Trilogy, and started with Batman Begins, which seemed the logical thing to do.

I regret having ignored it for so long. Of course, Gotham City in its dismal depression and gloom reminds me powerfully of Dark City, which was the precursor of The Matrix in portraying life as a simulation, computer or otherwise.

Of all the things that can be said, the Darkness does reign, and the fight of Batman is a pennant of righteousness in the winds of the black nights. Is there a metaphor anywhere? They are everywhere. Gotham City can be seen as our modern society with its feckless pursuit of nothingness. What makes Batman Begins interesting is that there is an ethos and a man to go with it to creatively fight against the gathering night.

We don't have that. We have darkness and we fear it... that's about all we do, other than invoking old beliefs that failed over and over in the past 2,000 years... yet we shall not modify them one jot. We use Religion to put lipstick on evil.

Then there is Fifty Shades of Grey.
Sadomasochism is always dark and cold and grey. Dungeons are dark and cold. There is a pretense that Sadomasochism is hot and passionate, but whatever fire there may be is overwhelmed by the genius of cold and the genius of icy blood.
There was a pretense that there was wisdom in DeSade, but that was never anything more than someone else's gifted junk tossed into a dumpster, and we retrieved it, thinking it was fine and new.
I also heard of young people watching a show Dexter; they said they liked it.

A woman was killed earlier this year in California; she was killed in a dungeon:

Her killer used power tools to try to dismember the body in the manner she had seen on "Dexter," a television series about a serial killer, according to a confession note left by one of the suspects after a failed suicide attempt. That note is quoted in one of the affidavits.

If Evil is Art, we shall admire it and write about it and discuss it at meetings. Anything can be considered as Fine Art, harking back to Daniel Defoe's Murder Considered As One of the Fine Arts, remembering In Cold Blood and watching a society make Caligula look like Mr. Rogers.

The dark, cold, desperate marble tomb of our society must be broken open to the light.
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