When I was growing up you could count on an abundance of crappy mad scientist and monster movies. And because they were a product of the times, the excuse for the scientist playing god or the hokey giant insect was more than any other single reason:
RADIATION. The destructive force of a real atomic bomb taking real human lives was now a very real danger. I missed out on a lot of that fear. I was just left with the aftertaste. Mostly a human actor in a rather unconvincing rubber suit or maybe if you were lucky some stop motion animation. The love/hate relationship between Washington D.C. and Hollywood was boiling away. American culture made money = capitalism good. “Naughty” diversified viewpoints was propagandized into a moral and satanic panic. I’d like to think the witches, dinosaurs, demons, vampires and radioactive lizards stood their ground pretty well.
Now in 2025 and 2026, since it’s a sensitive subject for me, I’m seeing a new bogeyman in film. Some of the most acclaimed recent movies have at least a degree of narcissism in the villains. For example, Obsession, Backrooms, Buddy deal with narcissistic human and supernatural themes. The “kill the rich” genre continues with movies like The Menu, They Will Kill You, Ready or Not that channel the same vibe as The Purge series. Heretic, Midsommar, Hereditary… movies with cults and sects dealing with toxic and manipulative abusers.
And juxtaposed with this are the real and pseudo documentaries. Primetime, Musk, A Social Reckoning, You Can See Everything. What scares you? Real people who definitely don’t have your best interests in mind. And for the crowd that wants to call Gordon Gecko a hero, I remind you - he’s the bad guy you morons.
I didn’t have any mentors to guide me. Nobody in my mostly but not pushy religious family was like me. My narcissism detector came about organically from watching movies. A lot of movies. Some were bad with atrocious acting. Some had great acting. People with natural talent and those that put in the time to get good. And Tom Cruise. And as I watched the whole spectrum I absorbed who was a good actor and who wasn’t on my own.
And that carried over in to real life. And it really kind of sucked.
I remember the man whose name was Jack, the head of my confirmation class the last day. He “conveniently” ran out of time. Looked at his watch and proclaimed, “Oh, only five minutes left for the virgin birth. We might as well just end now.” Right before the awkward questions, he made a joke out of it. Jack was an elder or deacon, I’m not sure which. But more than just a casual church goer either way. An earlier exercise had us recite what we were interested in. He loved golf. A lot. Of course.
I don’t hate Jack, my parents who wanted me to go to the confirmation class and more or less (mostly less?) forced me to go, or any of the other people. For me, church was just an awkward and boring school class. The ordinary folk, those other kids approaching adulthood, some were fun to be around. In retrospect, I’m not convinced Jack was a true believer. Nor do I think he was a predator. It was just what you did when you believed in Christian values and being a God fearing churchgoer was part of the package deal.
All of this just in time for Reagan era trickle down economics. And that’s when the mild bullying started and people began to think being socially dominant was the cool thing. Being confident in yourself, that’ll get you a good job. Putting your summer internship at a church affiliated - that’s good for job prospects. And some of the people, the most aggressive even without the extent of bullying - to me they seemed like just another bad actor. The speech patterns between things they were passionate about and the ones that weren’t really in their nature changed. Sometimes dramatically. Sometimes suddenly. Their facial expressions had the same liminal “there’s something not quite right here” aura. Fight or flight? Flight was so much easier. Books, more movies, later computer and video games where I naturally proved to have really good pattern recognition skills. (One of the Robotron arcade game champions in a big college town. Suck it assholes, more than once I ended my game with the maximum possible score before the points rolled over to 0). I was a weird and creepy nerd and I didn’t care.
Narcissists now when you’re on to them. They still suffer the same physiological problems of any liar . Nervousness, increased heart rate. Even if you can’t dismiss them based on stupid content (Flat Earth? Really?) They aren’t machines. They aren’t stupid. Not usually anyway. The ego is driving them. Always to that one thing that symbolizes intelligence that has nothing to do with actual critical thinking skills. The money.
And as the top of the list gets heavier and heavier and there’s no real alternative. Well, the narcissists these days kind of suck at it. Now it’s a bullseye instead of a pedestal. The narcissistic supply trained to admire the wealthy businessmen and the evangelical pastor with ill intentions, that’s not an easy gig anymore.
Now there are YouTubers talking about atheism, and not in a manner that attacks the product. It attacks the bad faith chests who don’t respect the good parts of religion. There are YouTubers that teach about logic and who to debate against the fake debaters like Peterson and Kirk. There are YouTube channels that give practical advice about finances. Hosted by kids and aimed at how to survive when rich assholes are ruining everything. No wonder people are funding movies that this age bracket is interested in. It’s their actual lives. Nobody can put their watch away with a flimsy excuse to end the session with all the shit that’s going on now.
It’s not too difficult a concept. Vietnam created PTSD vets - Rambo. Nuclear weapons fear - giant insects. People not admiring rich assholes like they used to - welcome to the mid 2020s, grab a seat and a bag of popcorn and we can all watch this late stage version of mutant capitalism drag us into something that nobody wants, at least for the next two years.