The worst sin in Hollywood is not to
make a movie that people dislike; it’s to make a movie that they don’t understand. A British cult classic shows
us how to entertain an audience without dumbing down, in this installment of PopSmarts.
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Thursday, August 08, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
The Trouble With Classicists
The PopSmarts column continues its mission
of yoking together culture both academic and popular, with an installment
exploring the intersection of highbrow classics, Stephen King, and The Simpsons Movie. Your English Lit
professor would call it a “motif,” kids.
Truer words. Especially since it’s bound to happen at some point; so why be afraid of it?
It’s that
old semantic versatility again, basically. It’s the Democracy of Ideas. When
there’s a good hook or a resonant symbol, everybody
wants to play with it, whether or not they have the stamp of approval from the
Great English Departments of America.
And the
dirty secret is that the academic outsiders — the cartoonists, the pulp hacks,
the grindhouse movie makers — might be the ones to find new meanings in the
device, simply because they haven’t had the “right” meanings beaten into their
heads so many times.
John Cale
once sang, channeling Andy Warhol:
I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school;
I think sometimes it hurts you when you’re afraid to be called a fool.
Truer words. Especially since it’s bound to happen at some point; so why be afraid of it?
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