Just plain STUPID

A shame really. American cinema was arguably never better than it was in the early to mid 1970's.

I would expand that to include the late 60's as well. American films imported lots of interesting features from European arthouse in that era, as well as being more 'gritty' in subject matter and style.

Well, "The New Hollywood" is a fairly established term in film theory/history, running from approximately 1967-1975 (the rise of the movie brats, the experimental features, the industrial parameters that caused them etc.). Then, with JAWS and the summer blockbuster mentality, there's a return to a more classical paradigm.

It has, of course. But the advantage of looking at things in retrospect, is that you can define certain periods where certain stylistic features are more prevalent (as well as the industrial organization that informs them).

Belongs in a "Just plain weird" category, but this will do.

Catcopter, WTF?

Peter

.....and quite sick.

Katinka Simonse, Bart Jansen, Yann Bronder and all those other fucks who think the label 'art' is nothing much more a garantueed immunity from any moral or social code or convention, are evidently too thick to realise that their "statement" is NOT a social one (as any failed artist generally proclaims his work to be), but, by its very execution an EGO statement.

There is NO social relevance, or challenging concept.
There is no meaningful statement.
At best, it gives us an insight in exactly how far one individual is willing to go to defy social convention and good taste. But then the same could be said of *any* serial killer...

At the end of the day, things like these come much closer to a tendency towards psychological disorders (sociopathology specifically) than to art.

Indeed, guys. It's not that I care about the dignity of the cat, because the cat wouldn't have cared about this human concept in the first place. I just find it weird how you can have loved or cared for another living being, and when it has died, make a circus and a joke out of its carcass. Just strikes me as very foreign and unemotional thinking.




Wow (...assuming I translated it correctly). If she can't see the difference between killing animals for art/pleasure and killing animals to prevent disease, there's something wrong with her. I'd also say that cats are more worth than rats, by having bigger and more complex brains and therefore a wider potential range of experience. That said, there is some validity in criticizing how we tend to value certain animals more just because they look cute, but she lost the argument way before even coming to this point.

Anyway, that she finds the reactions shocking shows that she's not quite with it. Should be obvious to anyone that killing kittens for pleasure would provoke strong reactions.

Peter

Peter,

You got the jist of it.
I guess we should try to not give to much attention to these people. As such, hopefully they will stop.
But yeah, I agree with Martijn: it's much more abotu their ego than about 'art' or social statements.

That being said, artist we consider the best of the best nowadays were usually dissed during the time they were alive. their art wasn't considered art, it was only afetrwards valued for what it is.

I find it difficult to draw the line.

But once it incorporates cruelty to animals, people, ... I know it has crossed the line.

One word sums it up...

SHIT!

We've had a somewhat similar situation in Norway, where a painter used the hand of a dead man as his paintbrush. Also stirred up quite a lot of controversy. I think it was interesting, in a way.

Regarding this cat thing, however, I'm not so sure.

*Introducting...

BronyCon

Yes, where grown men who haven't moved out of their parent's basements or ever kissed a girl -- oh that right, it's only funny when it's in reference to Trekkies -- meet with other grown 40 year-old men, and some women and children, to dress like Rainbow Brite, with pictures of cartoon ponies, come to meet to ... who knows.

Is it just as ridiculous as that groupe of men (and some women) who dress up as Ned Flanders, for the Ned Flanders Appreciation Society, and meet once a mont or year (to clear answer on that) over in England? No. It's worse.


The horror. The horror.





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Am I the only one who finds some delicious (and a little disturbing) irony in posting this on a soundtrack collectors' internet forum?

A little bit, sure. But still an ocean of difference.