Imagine if a voice, let’s say God, spoke to you one day and told you could never watch a movie again. You’d most likely scream to the heavens “NNNOOOO!!!” Or perhaps you’d call him a fraud and challenge his bluff. The what if he held sway? Such is the case that happened to me. Pumped and stoked for what should have been a wonderful time, I went into the new Captain America expecting to see a complete film. Instead, I walked out a mere hour into it.
Let’s not pretend though, you either accept his (her)(their) presence or you don’t. Until a month ago I didn’t either, though I had been edging towards acknowledging the presence of the divine for some years now. It was only until he made his presence known to me though that I begrudgingly accepted it’s presence and realized there might be hope for my life. It’s just unfortunate that Civil War had to be a casualty in my new found spirituality, along with art in general. Though I’m not going away, I’m slowing down, creating more, and moving away from ‘reviews’.
I’ve been thinking about it for a while now in fact, even before I met my creator. I’m just bored with 800 word essays that try to rank and describe and capture the essence of an artifact. It’s reductive, competitive, and dishonest. Art can be neither good nor bad; it simply is. Yes, we may like or dislike something, but that’s just a reaction elicited by the work and should force us to classify it with binary categories. It just should be experienced.
What then is there to write?
As I move away from traditional reviews I want to refocus this site around the inclusion and celebration of all works of all artists, whether professional or obscure. And God has approved…I think
Which is why it confused me when he spoke in a hushed whisper and told me to get out of my front row chair an hour into a film I was watching just to prove a point. It’s okay to not weigh much something, or worse, not complete it. Though it pains me to write that, I firmly believe that one day I’ll go back to this film, preferably on a Blu-ray with a nice TV. Because let’s face it, the Marvel films are a soap opera with cinematic flourishes, and begs to be seen in succession of the other previous entries, a task that can only be accomplished in the comfort of my home with a fresh cup of coffee and my pause button.
So there you have it. I’ll write articles, long for essays, and the occasional write up. I intend to grow this tiny site and explore more genres of art, conventional or not. My next terrain: fashion. And so my journey begins.