Ignorance is bliss

Part One:
When I first saw a movie called 'Resident Evil', I couldnt sleep for three nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel dead, cold and blood-stained hands upon me, trying to grab me, devour me, make me one of their own. But I would placate myself by repeating in my mind that it was all make-up and computer graphics. That flesh-eating zombies do not exist. That it wasn't real. By the end of those three days, I felt rather foolish for acting like such a three year old.

What do I do to appease my traumatised soul now that I've watched Requiem for a Dream?

Should I say that drug-addicts do not exist? Or that the terrible repurcussions of narcotics are over-rated?
Or maybe I should employ the golden escapist statement here - 'It can never happen to me, or anyone I know'?

Requiem for a dream is the only movie that has had such lastings unpleasant effects on me. With every scene it has made my insides squirm with horror, and has filled my nights with dark,unfathomable nightmares. It has been nearly a week now, and I can still not get the ghastly images out of my mind. I wish I had never seen the movie. It was real, too real, like watching someone you know bludgeoning himself to death, only that he did it very, very slowly, so that you could see each tiny droplet of blood dripping from his mutilated body. And you couldnt do anything to save him. I hated every minute of it, but I couldnt stop watching it. The goddamn movie was like a drug itself.


Part two:
A lot of people argue with me and say that the Indian Film industry is inferior to Hollywood, simply because our movies aren't realistic enough. ("People in real life do not break into song and dance every 20 minutes, puhhleaaase")
To counter that argument, I'd like to say that I see reality everywhere I go. I have seen everything from garbage to dead animals to dying and dead people on Indian streets. I know that there are drugs and cigarrettes and prostitutes and child molesters and murderers and rapists and kidnappers and starving people and pollution and slums and filth and accidents and Aids. So I'd rather not pay 150 bucks and watch it all over again on the big-screen in a theatre, if that is ok. I don't mind leaving my brains at home and watching a 'Bunty aur Babli'; I don't care that the movie is senseless or whatever. I think its funny and entertaining and the songs are awesome. And that it makes me forget 'reality' for 3 hours. If watching a young guy lose his hand due to an infected (intravenous drug) syringe, a girl being forced into prostitution to fuel her addiction, and an old widow gradually lose her sanity, is 'reality' then I'm very happy watching Maine Pyar Kyun Kiya, thanks. I'd rather live in my own private cocoon where it is Christmas all through the year and nothing bad ever happens.