Indeed, we now celebrate the narcissist. The right idolizes (and I mean that quite literally) guns and defends Glenn Beck, with his paranoia and food stockpiling. And the left defends, well, everything else. Even before the Sandy Hook massacre, I was disturbed by what I had seen and heard about “Django Unchained,” the new pornographic film by Quentin Tarantino. This is a piece of garbage that only a modern narcissist could make, and only a culture of narcissists could celebrate. Under the guise of a revenge fantasy, its real goal is to revel in the humiliation and degradation of black people, and the violent killing of both them and everyone else. It is Adam Lanza’s mind with hip music, submitted to the Academy for your consideration.
Perhaps Tarantino should grow up and make an adaptation of Walker Percy’s prescient 1987 novel “The Thanatos Syndrome” as his next movie. In Percy’s novel, the government injects something into the water supply that makes people happy, passive, and unable to tolerate suffering and thereby grow up. They all wind up in a preschool molesting children.
Mark Judge is the author of A Tremor of Bliss: Sex, Catholicism, and Rock ‘n’ Roll.