Have you ever tried to mop up a pool of blood? It's not easy to do. Blood is thicker than water and towels just seem to smear it around on whatever surface you're trying to clean and it drips off a towel or mop onto everything. After a day it starts to smell and by day 2 it stinks - like death - so even a little bit of blood left in the corner of your garage will fill the space with the rank smell of decay. It's one of the great failings of cinema that there is no ophactory element to violent entertainment - the stench of a summer blockbuster would have the Comic-Con nerds fleeing from the multiplex and vomiting their nachos, goobers and slushies on the mall parking lot. No one but a Jeffery Dahmer type would be able to stand the smell of a TV in their home and forget about video games - They'd all be burned in mass demonstrations. But We the People can't smell the carnage so let's just sit back and "enjoy" it.
These are the thoughts that fill my mind this time of year - late October which means Halloween. Its a gigantic "holiday" in the USA and what used to be a spooky night of costume dress up and trick or treat mischief had morphed into a month long festival of ghoulish revelry. It's impact is felt everywhere (and by everywhere I mean everywhere) including the soft delicious nougat in my 3 Musketeers bar which has been colored blood red for "fun" and profit. How horrible it must have been to sit in on the marketing meetings for this product launch, choosing the color, writing the copy, approving the art work.
Why would anyone want to eat blood nougat? Imagine how bad it would smell if it were real blood. "Muskefears" is supposed to be... appetizing?