Not Your Villain: Obsession’s Nikki and How We Are Failing
In which I explore this hellish timeline where we make victims of brutal violation Fortnite characters
Anger is a fickle thing.
At first blush, it’s an emotion that swoops in once a stimulus is introduced to our environment, coloring many of our senses and thoughts.
Rage, on the other hand, is an escalation of anger. An enhancement of the smaller, more manageable emotion.
Instead of anger, I am starting to feel rage regarding our world’s current interpretation of horror media, chiefly what has unfolded in the last five months since Obsession (directed by Curry Barker) was released.
There’s a clear distinction to make here before I expound upon my growing disappointment, rage, and despair. I dearly love Obsession. I firmly believe it is a film that examines the role of complacency, manipulation, and harmful patriarchal norms in the most horrific light, fully displaying all that is so terrifying about a man’s control over any one person’s experience. It’s a film I’d rather not rewatch for how upsetting I found it, feeling sick at seeing the loss of autonomy.
What I have come to loathe is how this film’s protagonist, Nikki, is being positioned to the wider masses. Spoilers to follow, proceed at your own risk.
