It’s been a while since I last blogged, the demands of my Masters exam kept me away from writing. After all that writing, the last thing I wanted to do for a while was more writing. It’s been a month, and I’m feeling a bit twitchy in the fingers…so it’s time to type again.
First off, my Video Game Memories segment is still on, and I have the next post partially sketched out.
The main reason for writing is inspired by my very recent (like, five minutes ago) viewing of the film Gamer starring Gerard Butler (and his abs of titanium).
I agree with Common Sense Media‘s review of the movie: whatever social commentary on mediated violence it’s making is lost under a heap of gratuitous slaughter and boobies.
Nothing is wrong with that, if that’s what you’re looking for, however I see it as a lost opportunity to make people seriously think about the directions in which social networking and gaming are going.
I believe that the creepiest part of the film is Ken Castle’s (Michael C. Hall) creation of a digital/live-action hybrid program called Society. Imagine a no-holds-barred version of The Sims in which people are paid to have their minds digitally controlled by people who pay to live out their sordid fantasies through them.
Another scene that received my attention is near the beginning of the film where the convicts are playing the game and one of them “tea-bags” the person that he just killed. By showing how immature and lame it is with live-action players, the director showed how unbelievably immature and lame it is in virtual space.
I was a little dismayed that they portrayed the person who was controlling John Tillman’s (Gerard Butler) wife a grossly obese shut-in who touches himself while being naked in front of the computer in the dark. I’m insulted by the stereotype….okay…it’s a little true…well…at least I don’t sit in the dark!
The thematic crux in all this film (besides the Running Man plot rip-off…Ludacris is no Mick Fleetwood) is that society can become desensitized to the rights of others through digital mediation. When we lose contact with others, we lose contact with our own boundaries.
I’m not going to lie, I enjoy capping the occasional foo’ (very occasional, I’m not very good) on Modern Warfare 2‘s multiplayer. However, we can’t let ourselves forget there are living, snacking, energy-drinking, people that are being shot at on those rendered battlefields. We don’t have to be nice, but we don’t have to be insensitive either.
For those who are thinking about playing online shooters, here are some suggestions to living a happy life.
- Trashtalking. It happens. But please, please use another insult besides “You’re gay”. It’s totally unoriginal and bigoted. If you are going to be a bigot, may I suggest, “You live in a state that’s not California!”
- Hacking. Sore losers will accuse you of it. Everyone seems to be doing it. No, they’re not. Don’t be one of them.
- Stretch. Seriously. Get up.Walk around. Stretch. Play. You will feel better.
- Okay, that’s it. If I think of something else, I’ll post it.
- -R.