Who cares if you can’t feel pain when somebody slices your hand off with a samurai sword? You’re still missing a hand. Or if you fall from the roof of a three-story apartment building and fracture your leg? It’s better not to feel the pain, of course, but your leg is still in two or three pieces and you can’t walk very well and you certainly can’t run.

And if you can’t feel pain doesn’t that also mean you can’t feel pleasure?

I decided to advance-hate-watch Novocaine many weeks ago. It’s obviously a low-rent concept, not only aimed at drooling yahoosbut made by three such specimens — co-directors Dan Berk and Robert Olsen and screenwriter Lars Jacobson. Get outta my life.

“The premise is actually pretty tasteless, and though fans of such cartoonish violence might be willing to overlook that to get their fill of live-action Looney Tunes mayhem, others with more sensitive stomachs will feel differently.” — One Guy’s Opinion, posted on 3.13.25.

How about a movie about a guy who can’t feel emotional pain? In other words, the life of a sociopath?