Gawker recently reported on a study by Boston University showing that people, including art students, can’t tell the difference between “famous” abstract artists and paintings created by a child, or even more hilariously, animals like chimps and elephants. This pretty much sums up what most people I know, including myself, say about modern art. (Apologies to those few fans of the genre that might read this.) I enjoy making fun of art as much as everyone else, but it’s like whining about people valuing the omnipresent but meaningless political opinions of movie stars. Not much will come of any criticism; the modern art will remain just as valuable. Still, art students thinking a masterpiece to be of lesser quality than a gorillapiece makes me smile.
To segue to something completely unrelated, a favorite author of mine has come up with an interesting re-thinking of the iconic roles in the Casino Royale Bond reboot. He’s got me convinced.
Finally, yet another dose of mini-reviews of my recently viewed:
The Adjustment Bureau: C+: It was a love story with a vaguely religious, sci-fi overcoat. Matt Damon and Emily Blunt were magnificent together and had wonderful chemistry, but with no real antagonist against whom to battle, it became a bland, and horrendously predictable, love-conquers-all story. Once again, a Philip K. Dick story is adapted to a mediocre film. They can’t all be Blade Runners I guess.
The Eagle: D: Started off with a couple barely exciting battles, then descended into a quagmire of stagnant conversations alternating between glorifying and lambasting Rome, which was never really resolved. After an eternity of looking at neat landscapes, things start happening again with a few more barely exciting battles and then the stoic hero and his slave-turned-best-friend emerge triumphant, of course. Also of note: not a single female had a speaking role.
Machete: A: A wonderfully over-the-top send-up of grindhouse films. Despite the truly awful acting from an unholy triumvirate of female characters (Jessica Alba, Michelle Rodriguez, and Lindsay Lohan) the limb-chopping action sequences were wonderfully campy.
Dogtooth: F: I don’t know what the Greek filmmakers were trying to with this film, but whatever it was, it failed. Astoundingly, this film wowed critics the world over and was even nominated for best foreign film a the Oscars. It was awkward, strange, and unfulfilling. Thanks Jeremy.