As residents of Park City, Utah, the appalling circus that is Robert Redford’s Sundance Film Festival is a bit like going to the dentist’s to have a multiple root canal – there is no bright side. Besides the huge increase in traffic and the exceptionally rude Hollywood riff-raff and road crews, Redford himself usually manages to insult ordinary Americans like us with his leftist pronouncements. And in addition, there is inevitably some aspect of the festival, hailed as a breakthrough in societal development, that is intended to “push the envelope” by discovering the artistic value of ever more debased behavior.
This year is no different. A documentary intended to drag the subject of beastiality out of the barn and into the mainstream is all the rage. Filmaker Robinson Devor justifies his film and the abhorrent act itself with this statement: “It happens, so it’s part of who we are.” So if an act, no matter how despicable and depraved, has been performed by a human, then it is “part of who we are,” and hence, morally legitimate.
The implication is that if you hold the quaint notion that the obvious purpose of sex is the selfless goal of children and not the selfish goal of immediate personal gratification at the expense of whoever or whatever is forced to be the gratifier, then you are somehow the immoral one in the scheme.