It seems to be occurring to many people simultaneously that what we’re watching In Portland, Seattle, etc., is a lot like what happens in Gotham when the inhabitants of Arkham take over the city. The gates of the asylum breached! The criminally insane swarm out to impose their own version of reality on the city.
(it occurs to me that I don’t know where the criminally insane are warehoused these days. I know there must be such institutions, since certain kinds of offenders face “civil commitments “ on top of whatever term of incarceration they serve—but where are those places?)
I’m thinking both of the Joaquin Phoenix movie and of the recent eponymous TV series, Gotham, which I really liked, set while Bruce Wayne is still a callow adolescent. In that Gotham, the sun never seemed to shine. There were fires everywhere: always in the fireplace at Wayne Manor, and throughout the Ravaged city, in the shells of buildings, on the streets. In the film of the Present riots, it’s always late at night; then we’ll see a reporter standing alone in the sunshine next morning, in front of a battered fence and a building covered with obscene graffiti. Where did the violent avengers disappear to? Back to the asylum? Mom and Dad’s basement? Are they all at IHOP breakfasting together? Why doesn’t anybody ever film the early dawn hour and find out where they go? And is there some signal,or is light itself the cue to disburse?
These pasty-faced, scrawny white ( yeah, lately uniformly white) guys we see interviewed about the violence in Portland, displaying in full la belle indifférence , a hallmark of insanity —-where did they come from? Where have they been?
Is this truly the Revenge of the Incels?