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Jesus christ when will people, artists especially, realize that we don’t have to do this. We just don’t have to make up cultural ‘trends’ to fit an abstract concept and wink-nudge everyone into playing along. No force is compelling us to “adapt” the narrative of movies to our Current Time like this. Fuck that actually, because our Current Time needs to fucking end. Nobody’s enjoying it, that’s even the topic of all these trustfund idiot-savants’ movies half the time, so why the fuck do they keep making exclusively meta-commentaries?! Why do they feel like rejected MKULTRA experiments to give you Aphantasia? Will a cabal kill them if they make normal art? NO! So just MAKE A DIFFERENT KIND OF FUCKING MOVIE!
See this pathetic sentiment a lot in film reviews, usually done by pseud poet-philosopher types. They describe postmodernism and the “End of History” like they’ve already won. As if the second one is even real, or possible. They go “Ouughhuhh its tooo badddd, it’s just part of our Postmodern Unreality…” CONSTANTLY as if they’re hoping you’ll start saying it. Like a dark ages peasant thinking rain makes you sad because he gets sad when it rains. There’s a step he’s missing - it’s called material reality. That’s what grows your emotions, farm fresh. Wakey wakey, goddamn narcissists.
You know that condition where you can’t imagine things you’ve never seen? Remember that wave of “gifted kids” who’d never done shit except watch Videos on their Phone but constantly referenced Gifted Kid Burnout? Imagine if everyone had that, because they were raised on this self-sucking media from birth like Baby Einsteins. I met 2 people in my 1 year at arts college who claimed they couldn’t make abstract images in their heads. In art school. Last year. Where some directors used to escape reality by making out-there and original worlds/stories/characters, the same old fucks and their doughy cartoon apprentices have now “changed the game” by crossing their arms, pursing their lips, and refusing to write about anything happening outside their bedroom and TV. They have to tell you if they’re about to do something “a little weird,” either bc theyre laughably insecure abt it (for an artist) or there really is some force behind the scenes talking them into this.
The superstructure of any society has always reflected its base and material issues, whether in the storyline of a movie or just the delivery of themes. More ‘unique’ works can still exist, they just don’t always have the same impact. But this kind of philosophy guarantees a superstructure that can only reflect reality, with an expectation that it’s the current reality, which feels actively malicious. Like a deliberate application of Capitalist Realism.
If you’re gonna make a movie that’s postmodern or self-referential or whatever, that’s cool. But for YHWH’s sake, don’t stick the labels on yourself. End of rant.
I met 2 people in my 1 year at arts college who claimed they couldn’t make abstract images in their heads. In art school. Last year. Where some directors used to escape reality by making out-there and original worlds/stories/characters, the same old fucks and their doughy cartoon apprentices have now “changed the game” by crossing their arms, pursing their lips, and refusing to write about anything happening outside their bedroom and TV. They have to tell you if they’re about to do something “a little weird,” either bc theyre laughably insecure abt it (for an artist) or there really is some force behind the scenes talking them into this.
I had college professors like that, too. They rejected what they called “genre fiction” but wanted infinite bleak and edgy “people cussing and smoking cigarettes while name brands of actual products are categorically listed by the narrator while the characters wallow in loathing” totally-not-a-genre-fiction and saw it as the pinnacle of literature and the only valid story. :grillman:
The only true Kino™ is when half the time is dedicated to characters talking about killing themselves and each other and smoking and fucking and the other half to killing themselves and each other and smoking and fucking
Can’t even enjoy normal historical fiction slop anymore it has to be some lame ass “””DARK COMEDY™””” about some Hitler Youth kid. Hitler bad, wow what a fucking profound revelation here’s your Oscar
Jesus christ when will people, artists especially, realize that we don’t have to do this. We just don’t have to make up cultural ‘trends’ to fit an abstract concept and wink-nudge everyone into playing along. No force is compelling us to “adapt” the narrative of movies to our Current Time like this. Fuck that actually, because our Current Time needs to fucking end. Nobody’s enjoying it, that’s even the topic of all these trustfund idiot-savants’ movies half the time, so why the fuck do they keep making exclusively meta-commentaries?! Why do they feel like rejected MKULTRA experiments to give you Aphantasia? Will a cabal kill them if they make normal art? NO! So just MAKE A DIFFERENT KIND OF FUCKING MOVIE!
See this pathetic sentiment a lot in film reviews, usually done by pseud poet-philosopher types. They describe postmodernism and the “End of History” like they’ve already won. As if the second one is even real, or possible. They go “Ouughhuhh its tooo badddd, it’s just part of our Postmodern Unreality…” CONSTANTLY as if they’re hoping you’ll start saying it. Like a dark ages peasant thinking rain makes you sad because he gets sad when it rains. There’s a step he’s missing - it’s called material reality. That’s what grows your emotions, farm fresh. Wakey wakey, goddamn narcissists.
You know that condition where you can’t imagine things you’ve never seen? Remember that wave of “gifted kids” who’d never done shit except watch Videos on their Phone but constantly referenced Gifted Kid Burnout? Imagine if everyone had that, because they were raised on this self-sucking media from birth like Baby Einsteins. I met 2 people in my 1 year at arts college who claimed they couldn’t make abstract images in their heads. In art school. Last year. Where some directors used to escape reality by making out-there and original worlds/stories/characters, the same old fucks and their doughy cartoon apprentices have now “changed the game” by crossing their arms, pursing their lips, and refusing to write about anything happening outside their bedroom and TV. They have to tell you if they’re about to do something “a little weird,” either bc theyre laughably insecure abt it (for an artist) or there really is some force behind the scenes talking them into this.
The superstructure of any society has always reflected its base and material issues, whether in the storyline of a movie or just the delivery of themes. More ‘unique’ works can still exist, they just don’t always have the same impact. But this kind of philosophy guarantees a superstructure that can only reflect reality, with an expectation that it’s the current reality, which feels actively malicious. Like a deliberate application of Capitalist Realism.
If you’re gonna make a movie that’s postmodern or self-referential or whatever, that’s cool. But for YHWH’s sake, don’t stick the labels on yourself. End of rant.
:jesse-wtf:
:order-of-lenin:
I had college professors like that, too. They rejected what they called “genre fiction” but wanted infinite bleak and edgy “people cussing and smoking cigarettes while name brands of actual products are categorically listed by the narrator while the characters wallow in loathing” totally-not-a-genre-fiction and saw it as the pinnacle of literature and the only valid story. :grillman:
The only true Kino™ is when half the time is dedicated to characters talking about killing themselves and each other and smoking and fucking and the other half to killing themselves and each other and smoking and fucking
Can’t even enjoy normal historical fiction slop anymore it has to be some lame ass “””DARK COMEDY™””” about some Hitler Youth kid. Hitler bad, wow what a fucking profound revelation here’s your Oscar