I was just sitting here thinking—this is one reason I no longer enjoy action films like I did as a child.

Actual violence happens to actual people. Film violence happens to extras, who are essentially cardboard cutouts.

Actual people have lives and families, and are sometimes six years old.

We aren’t sitting here being entertained by how the police took out the bad guy, because we’re too focused on the victims, although we are touched—not entertained, touched—by some of the acts of heroism that were performed.