The Last House on The Left

Over the break, I saw what I thought to be a truly creative movie called “The Last House on the Left.” It was about a girl and her family going to a lake house for vacation. When the girl goes into town, she meets up with a friend and the two girls meet a young boy who is the son of a murderer family. The two girls go with the boy to smoke weed, and then the family comes back and does not know what to do with the two girls being afraid that the girls might talk to the police, so the family takes the girls to the forest, kills one of the girls, and rapes the other leaving her for dead in a lake when she tries to escape by swimming to her lake house. The family does not realize that a storm has come in stranding them in the forest. The family comes to a house where they find a nice couple who graciously take them in and let them stay in the guest home. Little does both families realize is that the family that took the family of criminals in, was the family of the daughter. The movie then becomes a series of gore and killing as the family get vengeance on the criminals. Luckily the daughter finds the strength to make it back to the lake house and she lives. I was very entertained with this movie, but after, I came to a realization. Why was I entertained? Instead I should have been sick to my stomach with all of the blood and guts that were flying around, I mean a guy dies with his hand in a dish washer disposal and a hammer in his head. Also a girl gets raped, and the main criminal’s head explodes because the father sticks him in a microwave. I mean some of this stuff is sick stuff, but it is weird how the media has made things so blown out of proportion, that this stuff becomes cool. Is there a problem with the way the media makes us think, or do we come to some sort of realization that things shown in the media are so fake, that it becomes entertaining because we know that if given the chance we would do some of the same things?