I think I've had just about enough of junkyard pop psychology in film and literature. I'm talking about split personalities and personality disorders. Brad Pitt in Fight Club? C'mon. Christian Bale in American Psycho? Please. People with multiple personality disorders aren't driving cherry red sports cars and holding down high-ranking corporate jobs. People with multiple personality disorders are the ones wearing oily rags who have no teeth and babble nonsense incessantly from under a pile of crumpled newspaper and coffee grounds in a dank alley. They're the ones who curse to themselves and scream "fuck your mother" at the top of their lungs in dimly lit street corners. These are the ones who take dumps behind the trash cans on Burnside and don't care if your conservative family looks on from ten feet away in awe and horror. There is nothing convenient, interesting, or likable about having a multiple personality disorder. Fight Club, American Psycho, Identity... these type of movies are goofy trash.
They could make a movie about a person with bi-polar disorder who turns into a werewolf on sad days and roams the west hills in search of yuppy blood (with a soundtrack by My Chemical Romance). In that same token they could make a movie about a person with ADHD who is so out of touch with their attention span that they slip into another dimension and conquer an alien race. As long as mental disorders are portrayed as being cool plot devices, they could have a summer blockbuster about a superhero with an addictive personality. ...I think there may actually be a movie called "Hancock" that fits that plot description.
The only character whose mental disorder is "cool" and "interesting" is Mad Dog Murdoch from the A-Team. The only reason I label this the exception is because I love the A-Team and I love Mad Dog Murdoch.
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