I read today that a woman has launched a book-burning campaign to destroy all children’s books without happy endings. Apparently she’s afraid that the likes of A Series of Unfortunate Events might expose young ones to inappropriate concepts such as the complexity and ambiguity of morality, or the fact that life doesn’t always turn out to be complete care-free and happy. Sometimes our culture’s collective determination to protect people from themselves baffles me.
And then there are times that overbearing watchdog-types actually don’t seem so bad. For instance, the movie featured in today’s review, The Crippled Masters, could never be made in today’s culture of political correctness, since it ultimately exists for the sole purpose of staring and laughing at a man born without arms. (This review, however, is more along the lines of staring in bewilderment at the movie and wondering what its creators could possibly have been thinking.)