Why have they made a film about Daniel Pearl’s gruesome murder, and for what reason will millions of people flock to see it?
OK, the film is an adaptation of the book by Pearl’s widow, Mariane, but am I the only one to find such exploitation of grief abominable? It’s not the making of the film that offends me, but the fact that films are made for profit and the producers know in advance that millions will pay to view it.
That fact deeply concerns me. What drives my fellow members of the human race to sit through such intimate agonies in the name of entertainment?
I fear we are very, very sick.
Filed under: The human disease