One reason entertainment has ventured so far away from anything resembling identifiable reality is that the purveyors of entertainment feel an ever-increasing pressure to give audiences something they haven’t seen before. It’s like drugs. You develop a tolerance to its effects, so you “up” the dosage.
In every succeeding offering, the violence has to be more graphic, the special effects more special, the characters more twisted, the storylines more extreme. There’s a constant pushing of the envelope, to keep the audience engaged.
The inevitable consequence is this:
I saw this cartoon. An audience watches a performance on a small stage in front of them. A banner strung above the proscenium indicates the nature of the entertainment:
“LIVE SEX SHOW!”
Onstage, as advertised, there’s a mountain of naked humanity – plus some barnyard animals and selected pieces of fruit – engaging in every possible permutation of sexual engagement. Nothing is off-limits. They’re doing it all.
In the foreground of the cartoon, a bored couple is walking out.
At the bottom of the pile, a participants in this sexual smorgasbord looks up at the departing couple, and laments,
“What do they want!!!”
What do you give people after you’ve given them everything?