Despite emerging relatively unscathed from Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill Vol 2, I found myself still shuddering in horror hours later.
Although the second volume in this tale of revenge was less gory than its predecessor, I nonetheless found it necessary to avert my eyes for a large part of the movie. I also had to cover my ears.
My friends said I was wasting my money, but I figured it was preferable to look away than be overwhelmed with nausea. I'm squeamish, after all.
The movie prompted thoughts on the prevalence of violence in the media. From typical horror movies and more serious themes, such as Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, to photographs of homicide victims in the press, images of violence surround us every day to the point that people become numb to it.
Although Tarantino was probably only delivering what was expected of him, I worry about the attitude
that 'the more you show, the less you feel'.
It seems wrong to assume that humans become increasingly less sensitive to increases in violence.