David Fincher
Seven

It is one of the films that most piqued my imagination as a teenager, both for the underlying theme (the 7 deadly sins) and for the sad epilogue of the story.

It lingered somewhere in my memory, occasionally resurfacing whenever I saw someone particularly obese, someone too attached to the god of money, some acquaintance who was a bit obsessive... in short, whenever, in one way or another, I recognized in those around me and in myself the peculiar characteristics of the 7 deadly sins.

A few nights ago, I happened to see it scheduled on Sky (I'm obviously talking about Seven) and I couldn't help but enjoy it once again. With one small difference. It's incredible to see how the shit in the world back then seems almost delicate compared to the world today. Today, to disgust us, we need much more than a dead fat man smacked headfirst into a plate... today, we need 3D blood splatter, death almost live, we are much less impressionable... and with us, our consciences.

Thinking back to how this film made me ponder for days about the end of that poor pregnant woman and how it left an infinite sadness inside me, I realize that I, too, have changed a lot... years of increasingly gruesome news marks anyone... if 15 years ago I was a "novice" and everything could hurt and make me reflect, today the soul has become calloused, and that is not necessarily positive; it's somewhat frightening. The sensation of getting used to horrors (whether they are transmitted through the images of a film or read in the news of a newspaper) I believe is absolutely terrifying for our human nature.

But, as the film concludes by quoting Hemingway: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.