The mind fuck

After months of work resulting in my eyes feeling like sandpaper, my latest piece of fiction titled: Beat the Noise___ has officially been deemed as a mind fuck (thanks to Ian McLeod, author of The Darwinverse). Yes, I take this as a compliment. My initial goal w/ the piece was to step out of my usual style of fiction writing, & balance eroticism w/ death. Generally I do not detail sex or death, because I prefer the Hitchcock approach of: "There's nothing more frightening than an unopened door."
In today's world though___ obligatory sex scenes & over exaggerated gore are what grabs attention, whether or not I agree. I will forever prefer suspense as an art-form. However, bringing Beat the Noise to life has taught me a valuable lesson. Now I better understand how modern cinema gets away w/ shit plots, bad dialogue, re-makes & just in general plastering the audience w/ special effects. These days all you need is massive explosions & mangled bodies that were previously intertwined in lewd sexual acts. While you still won't even catch me dead in a packed movie theater in honor of a new release___ I'll at least give creators props for what it takes to become rich while further diminishing the minds of the populous as they empty their pockets for entertainment.
It's the new-age freakshow! Jump on board or you'll miss the action!
(Yes, I am generalizing, because not ALL modern cinema is as I've described.)
While I can't say Beat the Noise will be hitting the 'box office'___ perhaps in the future it will at least be in print & available to any of those curious enough to dare take a peek.

(This message brought to you by Leena's delirium)