This ones almost too old and established to bother questioning. But when Im watching a film full of explosions and myriad, insignificant deaths, sometimes it seems a bit odd that the depiction of mass murder doesnt bother me at all. Its a fairly horrible trend, really. There are, of course, all sorts of psychological explanations for our morbid interest in death, but then this isnt really a fascination, but an indifference to mass shuffling off this mortal coil. Perhaps its something to do with our strange tendency to empathise so thoroughly with the main character and only be affected by their misfortunes. Either way, Michael Hanekes disturbing Funny Games is a great examination of our voyeuristic schadenfreude.