NOCEBO

You've heard of 

The Placebo Effect.

But are you aware of 

The Nocebo Effect?

 

In which the human body has a negative physical reaction to a suggested harm.

This will make you vomit.

This will make you vomit.

This will make you vomit.

Your mind has The Power to Create its own physical reality.

This will make you vomit.

[VOMITING]

[CHEERING IN DISTANCE.]

Why do we yawn when we see others yawn? 

Throughout history, there have been incidents.

The Dancing Plague of 1518 

The Tanganyika Laughter Epidemic.

The Hindu Milk Miracle.

Psychologists call it a 

Conversion Disorder

In that The Body converts a mental stress to a set of physical symptoms.

In this case, a tic, or spasm.

And, like any disorder, it can be contagious.

This kind of collective behavior is not limited to human beings.

What we know is that, in certain communities, under specific circumstances, an involuntary physical symptom developed by one person can become viral.

And spread, from person to person until the entire community is infected.

And so, my question to you is :

If The Idea of Illness can become Illness, what else about Our Reality is actually a Disorder? 

Odin Lies.

Odin Knows Many Secrets. 

He gave an eye for Wisdom. 

More than that, for Knowledge of Runes, and for Power, He Sacrificed Himself to Himself.

He brought War into The World: Battles are begun by throwing a spear at the hostile army, dedicating the battle and its deaths to Odin.

 If you survive in battle, it is with Odin’s Grace, 

and if you fall it is because he has BETRAYED you....

“Sympathetic magic involves making a scale model, a simulation, or isomorphic mapping, of the real world, and by causing changes in the model—whether by sticking pins through the heart of a voodoo doll or painting spears in the hides of a herd of cave-wall aurochs—real-world events can be persuaded into a synchronous relationship with the magician’s will or intent. 

Will, as anyone who has ever tried to give up smoking or start exercising should know all too well, is the power humans have to act against our tendency toward inertia. Will motivates us to undertake hazardous journeys, build cathedrals and jet aircraft, and change our lives. With strong enough will-power, we can alter our behavior, our surroundings, our beliefs and ourselves. Writers and artists build by hand little worlds that they hope might effect change in real minds, in the real world where stories are read. 

A story can make us cry and laugh, break our hearts, or make us angry enough to change the world. A story can make us angry enough to change the world. We know that medical placebos work when a trusted authority figure, in the form of a doctor, simply tells us they will. 

There is even a “nocebo” concept to explain why some people get sick or die when they are cursed by a witch doctor or wrongly diagnosed by a medical doctor. We know that hypnosis works. There is observable evidence to suggest that what we believe to be true directly affects how we live. 

As the first few years of the twenty-first century wore on, I wondered just how badly people, especially young people, were being affected by the overwhelmingly alarmist, frightening, and nihilistic mass media narratives that seemed to boil with images of death, horror, war, humiliation, and pain to the exclusion of almost everything else, on the presumed grounds that these are the kinds of stories that excite the jaded sensibilities of the mindless drones who consume mass entertainment. 

Cozy at our screens in the all-consuming glare of Odin’s eye, I wondered why we’ve chosen to develop in our children a taste for mediated prepackaged rape, degradation, violence, and “bad-ass” mass-murdering heroes. “

And so All-Star Superman: our attempt at an antidote to all that, which dramatized some of the ideas in Supergods by positioning Superman as the Enlightenment ideal paragon of human physical, intellectual, and moral development that Siegel and Shuster had originally imagined. A Vitruvian Man in a cape, our restorative Superman would attempt to distill the pure essence of pop culture’s finest creation: baring the soul of an indestructible hero so strong, so noble, so clever and resourceful, he had no need to kill to make his point. 

There was no problem Superman could not solve or overcome. He could not lose. He would never let us down because we made him that way. He dressed like Clark Kent and took the world’s abuse to remind us that underneath our shirts, waiting, there is an always familiar blaze of color, a stylized lighting bolt, a burning heart. 

Laughter is Infectious

 

You've heard of the placebo effect.

But are you aware of the nocebo effect? 

 

 

In which the human body has a negative physical reaction to a suggested harm.

 

This will make you vomit.

This will make you vomit.

This will make you vomit.

 

 Your mind has the power to create its own physical reality.

This will make you vomit.

 

[VOMITING]

[CHEERING IN DISTANCE.]

 

Why do we yawn when we see others yawn? 

 

Throughout history, there have been incidents.

 

The Dancing Plague of 1518 

 

The Tanganyika laughter epidemic.

 

The Hindu milk miracle.

 

Psychologists call it a 

conversion disorder.

 

In that the body converts a mental stress to a set of physical symptoms.

 

In this case, a tic, or spasm.

 

And, like any disorder, it can be contagious.

 

This kind of collective behavior is not limited to human beings.

 

What we know is that, in certain communities, under specific circumstances, an involuntary physical symptom developed by one person can become viral.

 

 

And spread, from person to person until the entire community is infected.

 

And so, my question to you is, if the idea of illness can become illness, what else about our reality is actually a disorder? 

 

  

 

ANIMATION: 

Cartoon sequence of animated Victorian photos, at the end of which a large pig descends, fatally, on a portrait of a man.

 

Cut to wartime planning room. Two officers are pushing model pigs across the map. A private enters and salutes.

 

Private

Dobson's bought it, sir.

 

 

Officer

Porker, eh?

Swine.

 

Cut to a suburban house in a rather drab street. 

Zoom into upstairs window. 

Serious documentary music. 

 

Interior of a small room. 

A bent figure (Michael) huddles over a table, writing. 

He is surrounded by bits of paper. 

The camera is situated facing the man as he writes with immense concentration lining his unshaven face.

 

 

Voice Over

This man is Ernest Scribbler... writer of jokes. 

In a few moments, he will have written the funniest joke in The World... and, as a consequence, he will die ... laughing.

 

Ernest stops writing, pauses to look at what he has written... a smile slowly spreads across his face, turning very, very slowly to uncontrolled hysterical laughter... he staggers to his feet and reels across room helpless with mounting mirth and eventually collapses and dies on the floor.

 

Voice Over

It was obvious that this joke was lethal... no one could read it and live ...

 

 

 

 

 

The scribbler's mother (Eric) enters. 

She sees him dead, she gives a little cry of horror and bends over his body, weeping. 

 

Brokenly she notices the piece of paper in his hand and (thinking it is a suicide note - for he has not been doing well for the last thirteen years) picks it up and reads it between her sobs. 

 

Immediately she breaks out into hysterical laughter, leaps three feet into the air, and falls down dead without more ado. 

 

Cut to news type shot of commentator standing in front of the house.

 

Commentator (reverentially) 

This morning, shortly after eleven o'clock, comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. 

 

Sudden ...violent ... comedy. 

 

Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now.

 

Inspector

I shall enter the house and attempt to remove The Joke.

 

At this point an upstairs window in the house is flung open and a doctor, with stetoscope, rears his head out, hysterical with laughter, and dies hanging over the window sill. 

 

The commentator and the inspector look up briefly and sadly,

and then continue as if they are used to such sights this morning.

 

Inspector

I shall be aided by the sound of sombre music, played on gramophone records,

and also by the chanting of laments by the men of Q Division ... 

 

(he indicates a little knot of dour-looking policemen standing nearby) 

 

The atmosphere thus created should protect me in the eventuality of me reading the joke.

 

 

He gives a signal. 

The group of policemen start groaning and chanting biblical laments. 

The Dead March is heard. 

The inspector squares his shoulders and bravely starts walking into the house.

 

Commentator

There goes a brave man.

Whether he comes out alive or not,

this will surely be remembered as one of the most courageous

and gallant acts in police history.

 

 

The inspector suddenly appears at the door, helpless with laughter, holding the joke aloft. He collapses and dies. 

 

Cut to film of army vans driving along dark roads.

 

Voice Over

It was not long before the Army became interested in the military potential of the Killer Joke. 

 

Under top security, The Joke was hurried to a meeting of Allied Commanders at the Ministry of War.

 

Cut to door at Ham House:

Soldier on guard comes to attention as dispatch rider hurries in carrying armoured box. 

 

(Notice on door: 'Conference. No Admittance'.) 

 

Dispatch nider rushes in. 

A door opens for him and closes behind him. 

We hear a mighty roar of laughter....

series of doomphs as the commanders hit the floor or table. 

Soldier outside does not move a muscle.

 

Cut to a pillbox on the Salisbury Plain.

Track in to slit to see moustachioed top brass peering anxiously out.

 

Voice Over

Top brass were impressed. 

Tests on Salisbury Plain confirmed The Joke's devastating effectiveness at a range of up to fifty yards.

 

 

 

Cut to shot looking out of slit in pillbox. 

Zoom through slit to distance where a solitary figure is standing on the windswept plain. 

 

He is a bespectacled, weedy lance-corporal (Terry Jones) looking cold and miserable. 

 

Pan across to fifty yards away where two helmeted soldiers are at their positions beside a blackboard on an easel covered with a cloth.

 

Cut in to corporal's face -

registening complete lack of comprehension as well as stupidity. 

 

Man on top of pillbox waves flag.

The soldiers reveal the joke to the corporal. 

He peers at it, thinks about its meaning, sniggers, and dies. 

 

Two watching generals are very impressed.

 

Generals

Fantastic.

 

 

Cut to a Colonel talking to camera.

 

Colonel

All through the winter of '43 we had translators working, in joke-proof conditions, to try and produce a German version of The Joke.

 

They worked on one word each for greater safety.

 

One of them saw two words of the joke and spent several weeks in hospital.

 

But apart from that things went pretty quickly, and we soon had The Joke by January,

in a form which our troops couldn't understand but which the Germans could.

 

Cut to a trench in the Ardennes.

Members of the joke brigade are crouched holding pieces of paper with the joke on them.

 

Voice Over

So, on July 8th, 1944, the joke was first told to the enemy in the Ardennes...

 

Commanding NCO

Squad! Tell The ... Joke.

 

Joke Brigade (together)

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer?

Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

 

Pan out of the British trench across war-torn landscape and come to rest where presumably the German trench is.

There is a pause and then a group of Germans rear up in hysterics.

 

Voice Over

It was a fantastic success.

Over sixty thousand times as powerful as Britain's great pre-war joke ...

 

Cut to a film of Chamberlain brandishing the 'Peace in our time' bit of paper.

 

Voice Over

...and one which Hitler just couldn't match.

 

Film of Hitler rally.

Hitler speaks; subtitles are superimposed. 

 

SUBTITLE

'MY DOG'S GOT NO NOSE'

 

A young soldier responds:

SUBTITLE:

HOW DOES HE SMELL?

 

Hitler speaks:

SUBTITLE:

AWFUL

 

Voice Over

In action it was deadly.

 

Cut to a small squad with rifles making their way through forest.

Suddenly one of them (a member of the joke squad) sees something and gives signal at which they all dive for cover.

From the cover of a tree he reads out Joke.

 

Joke Corporal

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer?

Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

 

Sniper falls laughing out of tree.

 

Joke Brigade (charging)

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer?

Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

They chant the joke.

Germans are put to flight laughing, some dropping to ground.

 

Voice Over

The German casualties were appalling.

 

Cut to a German hospital and a ward full of casualties still laughing hysterically.

 

Cut to Nazi interrogation room.

An officer from the joke brigade has a light shining in his face.

A Gestapo officer is interrogating him;

another (clearly labelled 'A Gestapo Officer') stands behind him.

 

Nazi

Vott is the big joke?

 

Officer

I can only give you name, rank, and why did the chicken cross the road?

 

Nazi

That's not funny!

(slaps him)

I vant to know the joke.

 

 

Officer

All right. How do you make a Nazi cross?

 

Nazi (momentarily fooled)

I don't know ... how do you make a Nazi cross?

 

Officer

Tread on his corns.

(does so; the Nazi hops in pain)

 

Nazi

Gott in Himmel!

That's not funny!

(mimes cuffing him while the other Nazi claps his hands to provide the sound effect)

Now if you don't tell me the joke, I shall hit you properly.

 

Officer

I can stand physical pain, you know.

 

Nazi

Ah ... you're no fun.

All right, Otto.

 

Otto (Graham) starts tickling the officer who starts laughing.

 

Officer

Oh no - anything but that please no, all right I'll tell you.

 

They stop.

 

Nazi

Quick Otto.

The typewriter.

 

Otto goes to the typewriter and they wait expectantly.

The officer produces piece of paper out of his breast pocket and reads.

 

Officer

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja!

... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

Otto at the typewriter explodes with laughter and dies.

 

Nazi

Ach! Zat iss not funny!

 

Bursts into laughter and dies.

A guard (Terry G) bursts in with machine gun, The British officer leaps on the table.

 

Officer (lightning speed)

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer?

Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

The guard reels back and collapses laughing.

British officer makes his escape.

 

Cut to stock film of German scientists working in laboratories.

Voice Over

But at Peenemunde in the Autumn of '44, the Germans were working on a joke of their own.

 

Cut to interior.

A German general (Terry J) is seated at an imposing desk.

Behind him stands Otto, labelled 'A Different Gestapo Officer'.

Bespectacled German scientist/joke writer enters room.

He clean his throat and reads from card.

 

German Joker

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel über und der bitte schön ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie.

'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen'.

 

He finishes and looks hopeful.

 

Otto

We let you know.

 

He shoots him.

More stock film of German scientists.

 

Voice Over

But by December their joke was ready,

and Hitler gave the order for the German V-Joke to be broadcast in English.

 

Cut to 1940's wartime radio set with couple anxiously listening to it.

 

Radio (crackly German voice)

Der ver zwei peanuts, valking down der strasse,

and von vas... assaulted! peanut. Ho-ho-ho-ho.

 

Radio bursts into 'Deutschland Über Alles'.

The couple look at each other and then in blank amazement at the radio.

 

Cut to modern BBC 2 interview.

The commentator in a woodland glade.

 

Commentator

In 1945 Peace broke out.

It was the end of The Joke.

Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention,

and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Berkshire countryside, never to be told again.

 

He walks away revealing a monument on which is written:

'To the unknown Joke'.

Camera pulls away slowly through idyllic setting.

Patriotic music reaches cresendo.

 

Cut to football referee who blows whistle.

Silence. Blank screen.

CAPTION:

'THE END'

 

The seashore again, with the 'It's' man lying on the beach.