subtlety won't make you famous
I caught myself about to say the title line in a conversation with my mother about how I could have delivered a joke more effectively. Luckily, I stopped myself knowing that the sentiment is true but nothing a writer should ever say. I feel like after repeating that to yourself for a little while you'd become like the guy working at Hustler saying "Well, sex sells don't it?" What we all agree is wrong will always sell in spades because the presentation of it is taboo and what is taboo is the PERFECT marketing tool. that's not a moral reasoning for anything.
Entirely separate from this I find myself way too deeply involved in the media I take in, I was at the movie premiere of the third star wars prequel and I turned to my friend and said "Just close your eyes and focus on the words, its like a nightmare." The dialogue wasn't just unacceptably lazy but that of a sixth grader experimenting with what imaginary people would say, the special effects could never make up for it. Everyone always tells me I read too much into things and I just need to relax and enjoy it, like taking medicine from Nurse Ratchett in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
The problem becomes a grouping of questions, am I just more aware because I am a writer? If not, am I just paranoid and astonishingly abnormal? If so why don't they have special theaters for the astonishingly abnormal so I don't ruin the good times of the masses? I don't like the first idea, the thought that I'm a writer and so I exist on some higher plain of understanding, its bull crap like that, that has Kanye rapping about Robocop and acting like we are stupid for not getting it. I prefer thinking that I am that special variation of mentally deficient where I can fit in amongst others but paranoia guides me. Its also possible everyone knows that all this stuff sucks, that they are guided and addicted to cheap archetypal sentiments but the understanding of that would sicken them. So they dismiss me. I don't know how I feel about that one.
When you accept the loss of subtle literary coplexities in your movies, music, and TV nodding your head to find in their place the big and splashy John Woo gunfight ideology of every five minutes something visceral will be unleashed on the audience you lose something. It may be small and to some it might not even be important, we got war, planetary climate change, and corruption to worry about after all. With the death of the authors responsibility to intricacy comes the passing away of his great triumphs and that is all i'm always trying to explain to each consumer who looks at me cross eyed.
Entirely separate from this I find myself way too deeply involved in the media I take in, I was at the movie premiere of the third star wars prequel and I turned to my friend and said "Just close your eyes and focus on the words, its like a nightmare." The dialogue wasn't just unacceptably lazy but that of a sixth grader experimenting with what imaginary people would say, the special effects could never make up for it. Everyone always tells me I read too much into things and I just need to relax and enjoy it, like taking medicine from Nurse Ratchett in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
The problem becomes a grouping of questions, am I just more aware because I am a writer? If not, am I just paranoid and astonishingly abnormal? If so why don't they have special theaters for the astonishingly abnormal so I don't ruin the good times of the masses? I don't like the first idea, the thought that I'm a writer and so I exist on some higher plain of understanding, its bull crap like that, that has Kanye rapping about Robocop and acting like we are stupid for not getting it. I prefer thinking that I am that special variation of mentally deficient where I can fit in amongst others but paranoia guides me. Its also possible everyone knows that all this stuff sucks, that they are guided and addicted to cheap archetypal sentiments but the understanding of that would sicken them. So they dismiss me. I don't know how I feel about that one.
When you accept the loss of subtle literary coplexities in your movies, music, and TV nodding your head to find in their place the big and splashy John Woo gunfight ideology of every five minutes something visceral will be unleashed on the audience you lose something. It may be small and to some it might not even be important, we got war, planetary climate change, and corruption to worry about after all. With the death of the authors responsibility to intricacy comes the passing away of his great triumphs and that is all i'm always trying to explain to each consumer who looks at me cross eyed.
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