Yes, I know, I said today begins art. Before I dive into that though, I have a series of thoughts that need to go somewhere else.
Here seemed like a good spot.
Lately, there’s been a series of high profile individuals bashing on Marvel/superhero movies, denigrating them in terms of not being art.
Well, let me take this opportunity to say, “And fuck you, too.”
I remember very early on in our relationship, Rick asked if I was okay with hanging up movie posters around our putative future residence. Of course, I answered, it’s art. He raised a brow at me (this is the Rickly equivalent of a thousand things, now I know it means, oh really, pray tell) and I gave him my thoughts on how art, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What may be meaningless to me may hold a world of meaning for him, and it wasn’t on me to trash anything he found something moving in.
More years than I care to put a number to and my thoughts hold more or less along the same lines. If it moves you, it’s art.
Circling back around- the turbulent times we live in, the idea of there being flawed, interesting people with amazing abilities who take up the fight against forces of evil… yeah, Scorsese and Maron and Aniston, that’s art. It’s harder for us to connect with the antihero, the sour comedian clearly doing it for the money, or anyone who would make movies with Adam Sandler… but heroes? We can cheer for them, forgive them for their flaws, and watch the same stories over and over, and find inspiration.
It’s not like heroic sagas are anything new, after all- tales told over and over, daring us to find the best parts of ourselves in the darkest hours.
I’m sorry for the folks that don’t see the art in that.
Curiouser and Curiouser 