ave you ever noticed, in movies and TV, that no matter the situation or environment, whenever a bullet is removed from a human body it is ALWAYS dropped into a shiny chrome bowl? Ping! This happens without fail, no matter the genre, the decade, the scene, or however outlandish the moment might be. Sure, emergency operating rooms are one thing, I expect that, but out in the wilderness somewhere when Carl with a rusty buck knife pries a slug from his buddy’s thigh, somehow a clean shiny chrome bowl always suddenly appears for the dramatic noisy PING effect drop.
It’s so cliché in entertainment that you come to expect it now know matter the situation. Someone’s been shot! Oh no! The bullet must be removed! Someone has forceps after burrowing into flesh and bone to then extract said projectile from body and hold it up for all to see. Then, PING!
I finally had to spout off after watching for the umpteenth time the other day, the first 21 minutes of The Bourne Identity. Good movie and as you all know, the first of 5 “Bourne” movies which have more camera cuts and shake view than a 3-year-old using mommy’s iPhone camera.
Anyway, it opens with an Italian fishing boat floating off of the coast of Marseille, France at night.
They find an unconscious retrograde amnesia-afflicted AND bullet ridden man in the water. The ship’s apparent “old man, part-cookie-part-sea-time surgeon” digs out a bullet, holds it up to the dim light in the cabin below deck, and wah-lah! Drops it into a shiny chrome bowl that just happens to be on this Italian fishing boat in the Mediterranean Sea at night.
OH, but of course.