Friday, April 11, 2003


Song: "Change" by Blind Melon.

I watched "Natural Born Killers" last night, and I just have one thing to say. WOW. I really think that Oliver Stone is a genius...a demented, perverted, insane genius, but a genius nevertheless. Despite the fact that the script was written by Tarantino, another insane genius, Stone still managed to completely stylize it to the point of satire. The movie is technically amazing, shot with nearly 3,000 cuts...for those of you who do not know, most movies contain anywhere from 500-700. The editing on this picture took 11 months alone. Poor guys. I just found it absolutely stunning, from the clips of violence that have been scattered about television, movies, music, and the rest of modern "entertainment" that Stone puts in unconventional areas, such as behind windows, and surrounding the car as Mickey and Mallory drive, to the color and film format changes that casually slip in and out of the standard realm. All around this movie is twisted, and shocking. At any rate, it brings up an interesting question...are killers "natural born" or are they products of their environment...or are they possibly both?

The characters Mickey and Mallory in the movie can be argued to be both, but I really think they are products of their environment, not naturally born to be killers, despite what Mickey says. Both were abused, pestered, tortured, and mentally destroyed by their fathers. As a result of this severe abuse, both "know the difference between right and wrong...they just don't care." I think that if you look back over the course of the past two centuries, the majority of the psycho and sociopaths have that common link of a disturbed childhood. I find it extremely hard to believe that people are "killers" out of the womb, but when they grow up in environments that are so conducive to violence and apathetic regard to humanity, what can you expect? Furthermore, with the current state of our penal system, the increasing then decreasing then increasing again focus on rehabilitation as a crime deterrent, those who commit such acts have far less respect for the authority they have known all their lives to disobey. It is hard to say whether such men and women are "naturally born" that way, but when the family life is so disgusting and awful, it is hard to say they are not. Anyway, the movie is deranged, and an excellent satire on violence, and the media's portrayal of it. The most ironic part of the entire film is the simple fact that a love story is the silky smooth thread that weaves its way through the film, and ties it all together. I recommend to everyone, except maybe my Mom.