Luckily, I live in Texas, a state that makes pursuing a life of violent mayhem as simple as eating peach cobbler. Recently, in aid of finding a more comfortable way of transporting the handgun I purchased some time ago with a ridiculous degree of ease, I attempted to covertly obtain an IWB holster -- only to learn that such things are not only not illegal here in the Republic of Texas, they are straight-up everywhere! Concealed carry is not a crime here; it's a right! It's like someone fashioned a wonderful fantasy kingdom to cater to the deepest needs of socipaths. (See also: lack of income tax.)
By the way, speaking of Oldboy, like a lot of other things I like (comic books, film noir), a lot of the criticism of it entails hauling out a broad brush and painting anyone who enjoyed it as an arrested adolescent retard who's still stuck in the puerile revenge dreams of the picked-on youth. Which, you know, fair enough to a certain degree at least; Quentin Tarantino's desire to be a cool black guy couldn't be more transparent, and I would be lying if I said that many comic books don't still retain that preadolescent wish fulfillment jive. I just want to know: what's the statute of limitations on this sort of thing? How long do we have to wait before our tastes in popular culture undergo a miraculous transformation from 'embarrassing juvenile fantasy of which we should be ashamed' to 'rich and vital element of the canon that reveals profound insights into the human condition'? Because, frankly, you'd have to look pretty hard to find a comic book as ridiculous, overblown and adolescent as The Odyssey, but I don't remember anyone calling Homer's devotees a bunch of stunted junior high schoolers when I was studying him in college. Is it age or unpopularity that keeps the sort of person (Manolah Dargis, for example) who looks down on Oldboy from using the same argument to condemn Jacobean revenge tragedies? And, as others have pointed out, you can't get much more juvenile, lame, "D&D bullshit" than the Pentateuch. And yet, far from condemning them as the whoozy, socially handicapped monster-from-the-id wish fulfillments that they are, respectable people go around saying that they form the very basis of our culture and civilization! When does the stuff I like get that stamp of approval, is all I wanna know.