Lear Center Director Marty Kaplan writes in a “Room for Debate” piece in the NYT:
“I’m squeamish about violent movies. I didn’t used to be. From 1969, when I saw The Wild Bunch to 1995, when Braveheart came out, I could certainly handle the gore. I bought the aesthetic case for the “poetry of violence,” and I thought that realistic blood and guts on screen transported me to a more authentic experience within the made-up worlds of movies.
But sometime around Kill Bill — 2003 — I began peeking at the screen through my fingers. Today, if I hear that the violence in a movie I want to see is intense, I won’t watch it in a theater: I rely on the fast-forward button to skip the gore so as to keep my emotions in check.”