I watched the 1975 movie Rollerball last weekend and was told afterwards that there was a lot of brouhaha about its violence when it was released. I suddenly realized how jaded I have become to movie violence. It’s not that I enjoy or sit calmly through the violence, but nowadays I expect it to be there and either prepare myself to endure it or avoid movies that depend on it. Since Rollerball is a tale of the entertainment of the future, I suppose it could be taken as a warning against complacency towards violence. We shall see where the scheduled remake falls in the horror scale.