Cinémasochism isn’t about pain- It’s about Painjoyment™.
This means that cinémasochistic pursuits are not about the pain one might feel while watching those films but of the pleasure one derives when the endorphins released by your brain to deal with that pain kick in.
One sure fire way of releasing endorphins is shock. Culture sock.
Over the years, I’ve come to believe that when culture shock goes beyond a certain point, your brain secretes a sort of teflon that prevents the images from registering even as they unspool before your very eyes.
To demonstrate, here is an example of a trailer for a movie from Ghana entitled 12:00, 1, 2 & 3. (Pronounced “TWELVE O’CLOCK! OOOOOONE, TWOOOOOOOO AND THREEEEEEE!”)
Whoa! I think I need a cigarette.
How about this one for Obonsam Besu (Devil May Cry)?
I feel a tingle in my nipples. Maybe some swelling.
Now for the hard stuff: the must see film of the year, it’s “Alien vs The Terminator” in 2016.
OK. Now my nipples are definitely hurting. Yup. Hard as diamonds.
The great thing bout these trailers is that it shows the fulfillment of a promise. The promise of digital filmmaking as a means for people to break away from noisy, effects laden Hollywood genres and present heartwarming stories from cultures around the world.
I, for one , will forever treasure the image of a child kicked like a field goal by the Alien.
True art should always be life affirming like that.