Friday, 20 March 2015

Is BATTLESHIP the greatest movie ever made?

No. No it isn't. But that's not how this blog works, is it?

I'm watching it with Mrs. S. My second time, her first. The film, obviously. Not all the other stuff. I'm enjoying it and she's asleep. For the film. Not all the other stuff. But that, too, is largely irrelevant.

This, I think, is a post about the nature of art. Of course, everything I say is to be taken with a pinch of salt. But now, whether it's a piece of music, or a film, or a novel, consumers seem to have come to expect some shining kind of perfection. We live in a world of square food, with all the fat cut off, the bones taken out. It looks pretty. We've become squeamish and spoiled. If our graphics aren't crisp, we complain. If there's a typo, or a grammatical error, or an editor misses a trick in a book, we rejoice in complaining. A continuity error or two in a movie is a topic for a YouTube video.

Fuck off.

We're not supposed to be perfect. We're not machines. Humans aren't made of dub and bass, we're not CGI, and neither is art. It shouldn't be, either. Imperfection are what makes something touch us, because that's where it comes from. Sure, complaining is great. But if there's a discordant note in a song, it doesn't necessarily make it wrong, does it? I'm not saying it makes it great, either. But it does make it honest, and there's something about art that requires it to be honest, to have heart, and something inherently human about it. A machine can't make art. We can.

Amazon takes down a book because a bot doesn't recognise an author's style, or the difference between and en-dash or an em-dash. Music becomes saccharin, made by a machine. Dead pig gets rammed into a square can.

It's not art, is it? Hieronymus Bosch didn't create 'The Garden of Earthly Delights' in photoshop. Hemingway didn't run 'The Old Man and the Sea' through an editing program.

We're not supposed to be perfect. It's not supposed to be tidy. And Battleship is a CGI cheese fest. Fun for some, a pile of warmed-up shite for others. Maybe it's low-brow, for highfalutin types. Who cares? Fun's great and fine by me. Mass produced is essential in a world with seven billion people. Entertainment keeps us from becoming overwhelmed...but it's still no more than cereal for the brain, or batch bread.

Anyway, that's all I've got to say about that. Buy a book, eh? Just spent £2.49 on Amazon for a cheesy to make my money back somehow. ;)

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