Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Malaria pills and movies

What happens to people who think too much about not thinking?

What happens in the first hour after we realize the sun has gone out? How many casualties?

Why don't I care?

Because I hate philosophy class with a burning passion, and Daoism even more (I used to like it, and then I read the text and I cried tears of blood). So here's to being completely crass and unapologetic about it!

For example, I can tell you guys that I saw Tropic Thunder and I laughed a lot and swore even more and felt like a bit of a redneck and it was fun. I've also seen such gems as Tank Girl, which I suggest you Wikipedia.

Here's a snippet: "The Rippers turn out to be genetically enhanced super-soldiers who were infused with kangaroo DNA who were created by a scientist named Johnny Prophet during the war."

Yup. You read that right.

Anyways, I like Stupid Movies. I've probably written about this before, but it's as true now as it was then. I was discussing today whether or not movies can be art--and yeah, I think they can be. I've seen some really amazing films, and the level of work that went into them plus the level of thought they inspire really justify them being called "art". However, and this is the crucial however, they don't forgo being good, quality entertainment at the same time. I'm not saying they need to be humorous, entertainment in the most traditional sense. But they need to provoke thought and be a worthwhile escape from reality. That, for me, is the purpose of being "entertained".

Philosophy, on the other hand, is meant to be thought provoking. But movies and books that take a philosophical angle and then work the hell out of it really irritate me, because it feels suspiciously like I'm being forcefed something that's "good for me"--and it tastes bitter, even if it's wrapped in chocolate. Like malaria pills. It may do me good, but it's not something I'd call fun, no matter how you take it. I'd rather just have them straight, because otherwise they corrupt the flavor of the chocolate too.

And now the bad analogy (and the post) is over.

1 comment:

Schmidt said...

Haaaaaaa haaaaa, "good for me" books.

I read the classics because they are "good for me." But, essentially, the reason that they are classics is that I end up being hooked like I would to Gossip Girl or whatever shit book. If I can read Anna Karenina and still be hanging on every word, that means that it's really damn good. If it can combine "good for me" and "fun times" then it's pretty bomb in my book.

LOL. Oh god procrastination.