I would actually watch an Academy Awards show that had those categories awarded. I kind of hope he is taken seriously.
…last one made me LOL
When I was a kid, there was big trouble for telling stories.
Guess things don’t change much
Ben Rhodes is Obama’s storyteller.
If Gone With The Wind was made today you wouldn’t recognize the film.
I’m startled by the sympathetic portrayal of Southerners in that 1939 movie.
Scarlett would be some skinny young blond with huge boobs……Rhett would be some big black gansta rapper, dealing with his sexuality….and the plot would be how to get to Africa to adopt 12 kids
…and the Daily Mail would have it on the front page every day
They made a big time movie about Obama SOUTH SIDE WITH YOU it totaly bombed which shows Americans dont want to see some putrid romantic movie about our all time worst presidents ever
I expect there’ll be backlash from the arts community for having an award for popular films. There’s lots of speculation on why “modern” art, architecture and films have gone from beautiful to ugly and political but I lean towards the highbrow, middlebrow, lowbrow explanation. Expressing apprecation for anything enjoyed by the middlebrows, like beautiful art and architecture, leads to wrath and social exclusion by the other highbrows.
In the 1940s Virginia Woolf wrote about the superiority of the highbrow culture, the rugged authenticity of the lowbrow culture and her distaste for the middlebrows. “highbrows, the avant-garde men and women who act according to their indelible commitment to beauty, value, art, form, and integrity. Woolf said, “We highbrows read what we like and do what we like and praise what we like”. Likewise, a lowbrow is devoted to a singular interest, a person “of thoroughbred vitality who rides his body in pursuit of a living at a gallop across life”; and, therefore, are equally worthy of reverence”
Russel Lynes gives a mocking rebuttal ina Harper’s article by “Quoting her and other highbrow proponents, such as art critic Clement Greenberg, Lynes parodied the highbrow’s pompous superiority by noting how the subtle distinctions Woolf found significant among the “brows” were just means of upholding cultural superiority…Caricaturing Woolf, Lynes outlined the perfect world without middlebrows; lowbrows work and highbrows create pure art.”
Hollywood and other “artists” perpetuate an old form of class and culture bigotry that should have been discarded alongside phrenology, on which the brow classes were based.
Embrace Hollywood? Why? Almost all of the major personalities in acting and production exemplify what society thought of actors for centuries. That being no better than common bawdy house people. And yet they harangue us with their phony virtue signaling, and tell us who we should support politically. It is sad that a shallow society flocks to and screams joy at their depravity.
It seems to be worse the last few decades, but maybe that is only because information is more available.
Could not have put it better Ken. Hollywood is a far cry from Walt Disney. Populated by pedophiles and perverts to a large degree.
The point of serious critique is to elevate the worthy. That means ignoring popularity. This notion by the author that art-forms are ‘dying’ when the ‘elites’ and masses are liking differently is not seriously demonstrated in the article, nor worthy of being taken seriously.
“Worth” is in the eye of the beholder, now isn’t it? What a JOKE … that some little group of Hollywood Elites deign to deem a film more “worthy” than what THE PEOPLE consider “worthy”. WHY isn’t the FREE MARKETPLACE a valid measure of “worth”? What if THE PEOPLE … don’t WANT to view a film about a boy … coming of age (so to speak) with a Gay man … bleccch! Pervs!!
I am reminded of one of my favorite songs … by LCD Soundsystem. A sarcastic lyrical description of how James Murphy views his critics … who declare he’s losing his edge.
Yeah, I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I’m losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.
But I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, “Don’t do it that way. You’ll never make a dime.”
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB’s.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I’ve never been wrong.
I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.
But I’m losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they’re actually really, really nice.
I’m losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit – 1985, ’86, ’87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good ’60s cut and another box set from the ’70s.
I hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force (“just hit me”!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don’t know what you really want. [x15]
Award shows are total waste they only award movies that are far far left so and use them to push their leftists causes
I would actually watch an Academy Awards show that had those categories awarded. I kind of hope he is taken seriously.
…last one made me LOL
When I was a kid, there was big trouble for telling stories.
Guess things don’t change much
Ben Rhodes is Obama’s storyteller.
If Gone With The Wind was made today you wouldn’t recognize the film.
I’m startled by the sympathetic portrayal of Southerners in that 1939 movie.
Scarlett would be some skinny young blond with huge boobs……Rhett would be some big black gansta rapper, dealing with his sexuality….and the plot would be how to get to Africa to adopt 12 kids
…and the Daily Mail would have it on the front page every day
There definitely would be modern considerations:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyZs3EJgx8Q
…..The embrace of a rotting corpse!
They made a big time movie about Obama SOUTH SIDE WITH YOU it totaly bombed which shows Americans dont want to see some putrid romantic movie about our all time worst presidents ever
I expect there’ll be backlash from the arts community for having an award for popular films. There’s lots of speculation on why “modern” art, architecture and films have gone from beautiful to ugly and political but I lean towards the highbrow, middlebrow, lowbrow explanation. Expressing apprecation for anything enjoyed by the middlebrows, like beautiful art and architecture, leads to wrath and social exclusion by the other highbrows.
In the 1940s Virginia Woolf wrote about the superiority of the highbrow culture, the rugged authenticity of the lowbrow culture and her distaste for the middlebrows. “highbrows, the avant-garde men and women who act according to their indelible commitment to beauty, value, art, form, and integrity. Woolf said, “We highbrows read what we like and do what we like and praise what we like”. Likewise, a lowbrow is devoted to a singular interest, a person “of thoroughbred vitality who rides his body in pursuit of a living at a gallop across life”; and, therefore, are equally worthy of reverence”
Russel Lynes gives a mocking rebuttal ina Harper’s article by “Quoting her and other highbrow proponents, such as art critic Clement Greenberg, Lynes parodied the highbrow’s pompous superiority by noting how the subtle distinctions Woolf found significant among the “brows” were just means of upholding cultural superiority…Caricaturing Woolf, Lynes outlined the perfect world without middlebrows; lowbrows work and highbrows create pure art.”
Hollywood and other “artists” perpetuate an old form of class and culture bigotry that should have been discarded alongside phrenology, on which the brow classes were based.
Embrace Hollywood? Why? Almost all of the major personalities in acting and production exemplify what society thought of actors for centuries. That being no better than common bawdy house people. And yet they harangue us with their phony virtue signaling, and tell us who we should support politically. It is sad that a shallow society flocks to and screams joy at their depravity.
It seems to be worse the last few decades, but maybe that is only because information is more available.
Could not have put it better Ken. Hollywood is a far cry from Walt Disney. Populated by pedophiles and perverts to a large degree.
The point of serious critique is to elevate the worthy. That means ignoring popularity. This notion by the author that art-forms are ‘dying’ when the ‘elites’ and masses are liking differently is not seriously demonstrated in the article, nor worthy of being taken seriously.
“Worth” is in the eye of the beholder, now isn’t it? What a JOKE … that some little group of Hollywood Elites deign to deem a film more “worthy” than what THE PEOPLE consider “worthy”. WHY isn’t the FREE MARKETPLACE a valid measure of “worth”? What if THE PEOPLE … don’t WANT to view a film about a boy … coming of age (so to speak) with a Gay man … bleccch! Pervs!!
I am reminded of one of my favorite songs … by LCD Soundsystem. A sarcastic lyrical description of how James Murphy views his critics … who declare he’s losing his edge.
https://youtu.be/6xG4oFny2Pk
“Losing My Edge”
Yeah, I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I’m losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.
But I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, “Don’t do it that way. You’ll never make a dime.”
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB’s.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I’ve never been wrong.
I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.
But I’m losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they’re actually really, really nice.
I’m losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit – 1985, ’86, ’87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good ’60s cut and another box set from the ’70s.
I hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force (“just hit me”!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don’t know what you really want. [x15]
Award shows are total waste they only award movies that are far far left so and use them to push their leftists causes