I remember as a wee laddie being appalled by the scene in 'A Man Called Horse' where they stuck claws through his chest and then swung him about on the end of ropes. Saw it years later and wondered why the hell it had ever bothered me. I guess we grow up and get inured to such things. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. It's reached a point now where I don't think anything you see in the cinema could truly disturb me. There are certainly unpleasant things on view from time to time, but you just shrug - it's all make believe, so what, and move on.
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