rbsn ~ excursive

i think i’ve finally realized why certain reviews of books/movies/etc so bug me. when the reviewer’s bloated self-entitlement to be entertained (to be served by a footman if you will) is unsatisfied simply because the book or movie doesn’t meet their expectations exactly. and what might these expectations be? well let’s see now…must not touch such taboo subjects as rape and incest. must have enough action that result in immediate plot resolution. all reasons where only entertainment value, not artistic merit, is the benchmark. they confuse entertainment value with artistry — because a stylistically coarse work could never be worthy of their time time lest it’s couched in lyrical prose. wtf with these pedantic philistines. art at its essense, art for art’s sake, attempts to gauge human truths. if you look for it and it’s there, then the book or movie has done its job. but at least look for it dammit. if you’re seeking to be entertained, then don’t read a book that advertises itself to be seriously dramatic. and why the hell is it so damn hard for a person to be enlightened by unexpected truths anyway. people have pinholes for brains.