Halloween is upon us. Bring out the costumes, the candy, the party invitations, and best of all, the horror movies, which we do not get enough of throughout the year.
Let us watch another thrilling episode of a maniac doll on a mission to rule the world. If that’s not enough, let us turn to Lifetime and follow the adventures of a bitter, psychotic woman out to destroy her ex-husband, who is now sleeping with her sister. Most importantly, we must remember the golden rule of every horror movie: the black man must die first.
It sounds absurd. Yet this is what the world has come to. As if creativity is extinct, Hollywood sells the same nonsense over and over again. And sadly, it works.
We have become a society hooked on blood, suspense, and violence. I mean hooked like the slaughtered kids from “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” on meet hooks.
The critics call this type of display, “sensational, absolutely brilliant, influential.” And maybe these movies are influential, but it’s hard to believe it’s positive.
The movies that appeal to real emotions, the movies that give us a different perspective of life, and even the movies that we can laugh with are slowly, but surely, walking out the door. Like there are no more lessons to learn, we bow to Hollywood and let ourselves rot.
It is as if Mama was wrong when she said there is a place and time for everything; it is as if there is no more time or place for reality.
Maybe these movies are the reason we can watch starving children in Somalia and do absolutely nothing. After all, we see men walking amongst the dead every day, so what›s a starving child with no shoes, no food clothe, no home?
Or maybe these movies are the reason few people know what’s happening with reality.  Who wants to see Anderson Cooper’s ugly face, when there’s a zombie apocalypse in the making?
If it is not sex they are selling, these movies sell crude humor and stereotypes. Meaning, the modern day ideal women has become one that is not afraid to take a bite out of man. And when that’s not enough to satisfy our hormones, they give us multiple women tearing each other apart.
We even have modern day classics such as the “Scary Movie” series, which have taken horror movies to a whole new level. Such movies specialize not only in violence, but also in making light of it all. Maybe the intention of all this is for a little fun on Halloween night, but at what point do we put a limit to it?
At what point do we stop laughing at the abuse of women? When do we realize it’s not just Drew Barrymore receiving random phone calls, but rather it’s thousands of women actually getting stocked every day?
And yes, every movie comes with a rating, but that’s not enough to stop so many children who are exposed to these graphic images on a daily basis. I know because I was only 11 years old when I watched “Scary Movie” for the first time.  Though I was told not to watch it, I was able to get a glance here and there when my older cousins watched it.
As I found out, all it takes is one little glance of promiscuity to ignite a child’s curiosity.  All it takes is one little glance of a chopped head walking on its own to spark a child’s imagination. And if the adult can hardly tell the difference between fantasy and reality, how should the child know?