{"id":3012,"date":"2019-07-12T13:41:01","date_gmt":"2019-07-12T13:41:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/?p=3012"},"modified":"2019-07-12T13:42:59","modified_gmt":"2019-07-12T13:42:59","slug":"tragedy-of-images","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/tragedy-of-images\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tragedy of Images"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In 1971, the fetishizing of firearms in American cinema entered a provocative new phase when Clint Eastwood unholstered his Smith &amp; Wesson Model 29, pointed its sleek, 8\u215c-inch black-steel barrel at Albert Popwell\u2019s head and inquired as to the gentleman\u2019s sense of good fortune.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/38mE6ba3qj8?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Guns had been lethally cool accoutrements in Westerns and gangster films for decades, but the foregrounding of a pistol in Don Siegel\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Dirty Harry<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> was altogether new. It was practically an advertisement: if you wanted to feel like Harry Callahan \u2014 and given that crime rates in the United States had risen sharply over the previous decade, such Miranda-flouting swagger held a certain appeal \u2014 you now knew precisely what to ask for at the local gun shop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The country didn\u2019t go gun crazy overnight, but by the time the 1980s rolled around depictions of firearms in film and other media were drastically different, thanks in large part to the extrajudicial adventures of anti-hero everymen played by Eastwood, Charles Bronson (Paul Kersey in <\/span><b><i>Death Wish<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">), Robert Devane (Charles Rane in <\/span><b><i>Rolling Thunder<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">), and Robert De Niro (Travis Bickle in <\/span><b><i>Taxi Driver<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With each passing year, the weaponry became more sophisticated and absurdly lethal, while the on-screen deaths got gorier and less meaningful. Where audiences once gasped in horror at the realistic depiction of a bank teller being shot point-blank in 1967\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Bonnie and Clyde<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, they\u2019d now hoot and holler for the flesh-rending carnage of 1985\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Rambo: First Blood Part II<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oClMRoSlig4?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Coming of age as a movie buff in the Reagan era, I was fascinated with firearms. America was in the midst of a macho, militaristic renaissance, and the gun industry was rapidly developing sleek new pistols and assault rifles that could discharge bullets with alarming efficacy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This cool-looking weaponry \u2014 Uzis, Ingrams, AKs, etc. \u2014 found its way into the major action extravaganzas of the decade, as well as the <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Mack_Bolan\"><b>Mack Bolan<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> series of books written by Don Pendleton<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. The latter was particularly helpful in expanding my gun vocabulary: Pendleton described Bolan\u2019s arsenal in lustful detail, and included detailed diagrams of firearms at the end of each novel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Consequently, I developed into a pint-sized gun encyclopedia. I would gleefully identify each piece of hardware in junk-fests like James Glickenhaus\u2019s <\/span><b><i>The Soldier<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> or Ian Sharp\u2019s <\/span><b><i>The Final Option<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, and thrill at the sight of them in operation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/INYDxzMez8w?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My parents had zero interest in firearms and forbade ownership of an air rifle, so guns were fantastical instruments of violence to me \u2014 as distant and unreal as Lee Horsley\u2019s tri-blade sword in <\/span><b><i>The Sword and the Sorcerer<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The greatest gun fantasy of them all was John Milius\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Red Dawn<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, in which a bunch of rural American high school kids wage guerilla warfare against an occupying Russian army. I saw the movie at least three times theatrically, and even though most of our heroes are dead by the end of the movie, dreamed of the day the Russkies would parachute into <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">my<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> elementary school playground so I could take up arms.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/kZLLKwFpFG4?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">These reveries were ludicrous for three reasons: a) any conflict between the two global superpowers in 1984 would\u2019ve resulted in a full-scale nuclear war, b) I\u2019d never held an actual, functioning firearm, much less shot one, and c) the notion of a school getting shot up by bad people with automatic weapons was patently absurd. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">People didn\u2019t do such things.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Until they did.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At first, this was unthinkable, then it became routine. Now kids from kindergarten to high school participate in active shooter drills once or twice a year because now any chump with a chip on his shoulder (it&#8217;s almost always a male) can amass the type of small arsenal that used to make Rambo, <\/span><b><i>Commando<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2019s John Matrix, or Mack Bolan seem exotic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/dUa7YK17QP0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What happens when one of these cretins uses their weapons not to avenge their loved ones or defend the innocent, but to terrorize the vulnerable (i.e. the unarmed)? There are no John Wicks to blast these monsters out of existence because life doesn\u2019t work that way.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3020 size-thumbnail\" src=\"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot-200x191.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"143\" srcset=\"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot-200x191.jpg 200w, http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot-300x287.jpg 300w, http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot-400x382.jpg 400w, http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot-50x48.jpg 50w, http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/mugshot.jpg 580w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The gung-ho righteousness of the 1980s mutated into a nativist, authoritarian nightmare. Films like Costa-Govras\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Betrayal<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and John Frankenheimer\u2019s <\/span><b><i>Dead Bang<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, both of which warned against resurgent white nationalism in America, have proved more prescient than the jingoistic inanity of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Red Dawn<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> or the means-justify-the-ends panic of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dirty Harry<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. Eastwood\u2019s iconic fetishizing of a long-barreled .44 Magnum \u2014 written by gun-nut Milius, whose pivotal work on the screenplay was contingent on the delivery of a bespoke Purdey shotgun \u2014 pushed us backwards during a faltering moment in the antiwar and Civil Rights movements.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Eastwood and that pistol were and still are symbols of defiance for frightened white men, a means to take back \u201ctheir\u201d streets. By the 80s, this braggadocio had extended to the rest of the world; Hollywood and its gun-toting heroes put our enemies on notice that Vietnam was the last war we were ever going to lose. It was an entirely unearned confidence, but even into the 1990s action films reinforced this foolhardy notion that there was nothing an American with a gun couldn\u2019t do.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As I grew older, I maintained a distant fascination with firearms. I went shooting a couple of times with a college friend, and discovered as most do, that it\u2019s a literal and figurative kick to squeeze that trigger.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In 1994, while directing a play that required the discharge of a pistol, I borrowed a \u201c<\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Saturday_night_special\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Saturday night special<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201d from a friend and for three months blithely carried it around \u2014 unloaded, concealed, and wholly unlicensed \u2014 in my backpack wherever I went. I felt like Undergrad Paul Kersey: slightly queasy but kind of cool. This remains my only brush with gun ownership.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3018\" src=\"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/gunsgunsguns.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"435\" height=\"250\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Though I haven\u2019t fallen out of love with the bullet-whizzing action films of my youth, I can\u2019t help but feel uncomfortable with modern Hollywood films \u2014 particularly the <\/span><b><i>John Wick<\/i><\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> series \u2014 taking gun fetishism to absurd new heights. Maybe it\u2019s because open-carry laws in certain states mean the kinds of weapons you would only see in fantastical action movies set in war-torn locales can be brandished at Walmart and Starbucks. Maybe it\u2019s because the only purpose of a gun is to take life; its presence meant to intimidate. Maybe the mystique around Hollywood depictions of violence hasn\u2019t faded, it\u2019s only become less novel because its symbols are just another part of our daily lives, bodycount and all.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Guns, Hollywood, and the mystique of violence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":3030,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[32],"tags":[163,165,159,158,168,166,162,164,161,160,167],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3012"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3012"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3012\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3036,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3012\/revisions\/3036"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3030"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3012"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3012"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/endcrawl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3012"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}