Rolling Toward Super Sunday: A Fresh Look At “Rollerball”

I want to assure returning readers that no, this will not be a blog devoted solely to discussions of violence—it just appears to have insinuated itself as the theme of the week. After all, we’ve got other more uplifting topics to move onto: the devil, the persistence of evil, the unremitting cruelty of nature, and various offshoots therefrom. (Detours into bondage and degradation, perhaps? Naw, no detours into bondage and degradation…)

Joking aside, yes, we will return again here to rhapsodizing on sublime beauty and human goodness—but not before at least a bit more reflection on this rich thread of commentary regarding media violence. Pondering the varied and thoughtful comments on previous posts brought to mind the director Norman Jewison’s 1975 movie, Rollerball, which he adapted from a short story by William Harrison, who also wrote the screenplay.

The storyline depicts a violent gladiatorial sport of the future (2018), in which skaters abetted by motorcyclists circle a track and attempt to shove a heavy iron ball into a tube while the opposition employs every means short of murder to prevent it. (As the film draws to a climax, even murder receives official sanction.)

Rollerball is the only sport still allowed in a world where nations have given way to corporations that run the league as a way of conveniently satiating and containing human bloodlust and thus controlling the population. (Hmm, doesn’t sound all that fantastical in 2013, does it?)

Sandy’s comments on fictional heroes in response to the previous post could have been ripped right from the script pages describing “Jonathan E.,” Rollerball’s heroic individual (played by James Caan), the gritty and understated leader of the Houston team. (“The Energy City!” the arena announcer brightly chirps. It’s Houston against hated New York, of course, at the movie’s climax.)

As the plot unfolds, Jonathan pits his will against the soulless corporations running the world and the Rollerball empire. The corporatists are committed to stamping out every last vestige of human individuality. Despite Jonathan’s apparent triumph as the last man alive, Jewison seems to leave the ultimate outcome of his heroic quest in an ambiguous state at movie’s end, available here in a two-minute You Tube clip. (The full length, 125-minute feature can be viewed here.)

Notable for purposes of this discussion is that the sanctioned uber-violence both enthralls and pacifies the population, which is not allowed, and would regardless appear to be uninterested in, sticking its nose into corporate affairs that are best left to the men in tailored suits sitting in the box seats next to the action. How true to current life might this be?

Let’s see: last year’s Super Bowl, the closest we come to an epic gladiatorial event in our culture, set its third consecutive ratings record with an estimated 177 million people watching at least part of the game.

Viewership numbers for the 2012 U.S. presidential election: 66.8 million. Let’s just allow those comparative numbers to sit there and suggest what they will.

We might also note that the Super Bowl action was punctuated by commercials for which various corporate titans paid some $3.5 million for 30 seconds of air time, and that much of the audience focused as much on the often ingeniously produced commercials as on the game, while sipping the Bud Light and Coke and crunching the Doritos promoted by the sponsors. Ah, the beautiful symmetry of modern life!

If one of the networks, in a “bold and daring ratings move,” were to petition and win approval to conduct fights-to-the-death on prime time network TV, would ratings soar and the arena where the event was held be full?

And so back to the movie. By Rollerball’s end, the combatants are fighting to the death as sanctioned by the corporate sponsors. Could that happen in current human society? We should note Jim’s head-shaking comment on the previous post: that we outlaw dogfighting and cockfighting as beyond the pale in civilized society but gleefully promote the “cage combat” of mixed martial arts with its “unlimited fighting” on network television.

This begets a natural—if uncomfortable—question. If one of the networks, in a “bold and daring ratings move,” were to petition and win approval to conduct fights-to-the-death on prime time network TV, would ratings soar and the arena where the event was held be full? This is perhaps where film violence and even cage combat fans would be put to the ultimate test. Would officially sanctioned games involving actual deaths playing out on TV and the arena cross a definite moral line separating fantasy from reality? Or does that moral line get a bit murky in a continuum from fake mayhem on film to actual deathly mayhem in the arena as the fans roar and the TV audience grabs another Bud Light before settling in for post-battle interviews of the survivors by the attractive sideline reporters?

Gustave LeBon, in his classic little treatise on mob behavior, The Crowd, would no doubt weigh in on those questions were he still alive. But his insights, more than a century after publication, still provide a framework for us to be none too confident in our strategies for maintaining the sometimes thin veneer separating our best civilized selves from the primitive aggressions yet lurking below. Perhaps all of our culturally sanctioned film and sporting violence provides necessary outlets for those aggressions to be tempered and given their due. Let us hope it may at least serve that function. But the boundaries seem permeable and the gladiatorial spirit alive and flourishing. Where exactly do we go from here?

And while we’re pondering that and other points raised by Reservoir Dogs, Rollerball, the Super Bowl and more, would someone please do me the small kindness of passing the chips?

***
Rotating banner photos top of page courtesy of Elizabeth Haslam, some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/lizhaslam/

3 comments to Rolling Toward Super Sunday: A Fresh Look At “Rollerball”

  • Joan Voight  says:

    A few thoughts from watching good friends savor violent films/sport.

    Portrayed violence is stimulating, it raises the blood pressure. It feels like you've experienced something by the time you reach the end. Personally, I prefer hot, spicy food — or other physical pleasures — for that effect.

    Approved violence is also voyeuristic, kinda like porn.

    In fact, what about all those torture scenes that started appearing in the movies after 9/11? Coincidence? It's torture porn.

    Finally, violence as entertainment seems to make the less powerful feel more powerful (code: teenage boys) . The world is complicated, vague and unsatisfying, but with this exciting battle the answer (winner) is clear.

    All of this reminds me of why folks love cowboys and the myth of the Wild West… and Clint Eastwood.

    Clint Eastwood: violence, redemption and age. Now there's a topic.

    Great job on the blog, Andrew.

  • Dennis Ahern  says:

    So many threads to this one. Great comments from Joan too.

    Let me up the ante just a bit and posit that maybe violence as entertainment is for teenage girls too. "The Hunger Games" was a big hit in this household with a 14 year old girl and 16 year old boy…..not to mention the (unmentionable) aged mom. It's the same old portrayal with a different gender. Hero as lone wolf, hero forced into violent confrontation against her will, hero overcomes evil violence with morally righteous violence, thus maintaining her "integrity". We will know this model has fully evolved when the female hero becomes a bit more morally ambiguous and actually begins to like the violence she commits. Men have gotten to do that for awhile.

    I may or may not go to one of several Super Bowl parties I'm invited to. I have not spent a total of 10 min. watching football all year. Why start now? But if I do go, I'll suggest we turn off the 1/2 time show (Beyonce lip synched after all. The horror….the horror) and see if I can get a discussion going on Cage Fighting and the slide to Social Dystopia.

  • Raymond Daigle  says:

    Not to beat a dead horse, but…

    Two hours of bloody violence in a movie. Has apparently no effect on the viewer, says Hollywood.

    Six to ten hours of bone crushing, shooting, stabbing video games. No effect on player, says game industry.

    Untold hours of pop music that glamorize drinking, sex, drugs, sex, money, sex, violence towards women, sex. Has no effect on the listener, says music industry.

    One 30 second spot on the Super Bowl – $4 Million Dollars, because it could potentially alter consumer spending habits.

    One more thing… Thanks for reviewing the original "Rollerball", and not the horrific 2002 remake. Way to keep it real!

Leave a Reply to Dennis Ahern Cancel reply