MOORE — Several friends and family members recommended that we watch a new television series. It was a crime drama and we viewed it through Netflix.
It had a full cast of well-known actors which was a plus. Halfway into the program events changed and it became violent. Graphically violent.
“I don’t want to watch this anymore,” I told my husband.
“You’ll get past this and it gets very interesting,” he said. His coworkers told him about the plot so he knew what to expect.
But as the plot thickened, so did the violence and torturing, which the director chose to show in great detail.
“This one’s not for me,” I told my husband, and said he could watch future episodes without me.
“Then you’d really hate the second episode,” he said, “It has to do with a child.”
Nope, call me Pollyanna, but this is not the type of viewing that gives me pleasure. I love a good mystery and an interesting crime drama that leads you to a point, but you don’t have to actually witness horrific torture scenes.
A few nights later another program aired the first episode of the January season. Much to my surprise, it was just as violent as the crime drama we watched only days ago.
“Chalk this one up to another series you can view without me,” I told my husband. If I am going to spend time watching a program I want to be intrigued, engaged in the plot, but not thoroughly repulsed by what I see.
“Women,” my husband said, “all of the ladies at the office feel the same way. This stuff happens.”
“Thankfully not in my world,” I replied.
The scripture verse, “Whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are just, whosever things are of a good report, think on these things,” came to mind.