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Originally posted by Moongoose I want movies to entertain me, not remind me that life is all kinds of fucked up.

Evil wins because good is dumb, its part of script!

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Originally posted by Lilith Evil wins because good is dumb, its part of script!

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Originally posted by Lilith Evil wins because good is dumb, its part of script!

Sooooo, life lesson: Be evil and youll win? Time o become more evil then...

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunbar's_number

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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark.
So You will always be in my heart
with Unconditional love

I don't know if it's just about endings. Most people like works to have at least a slight "edge" to them. Too much cheeriness and you end up with Barney and Friends or something. And who wants to watch that?



Of course, people have different thresholds for tragedy and cheeriness.

Last edited by MrJiveBoJingles on Dec-20-2010 at 18:51

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Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunbar's_number

Hm, I can use this to justify deleting people from my Facebook all the time.

YOU AIN'T DELETIN' MEEEEEEEEEEE HEHEHEEEEEEEEEE

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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Catharsis is good... when it's not happening to you. That has always been the theme of fictional tragedy- that it is distant, yet not so distant it doesn't inspire realizations of our personal inevitability as well. There are sad stories that we do not look forward to per se, but we are certainly not affected by them - no matter their veracity - as much as we would, say, be affected by the death of our own mother. Now you can argue well a mother is the most important person in our upbringing, we know her better than anyone else, etc - which may or may not even be true, but in a reasonable sense, isn't your own mother just like many, many other mothers? Leave your monkey manners behind just for a moment: isn't most every one's mom just a combination of varying emotional responses and forms? It may be cold to reduce something so personally important as such, but considering each and every person in similar ambiance is an unreasonable burden, and one that may be absolutely contrary to our capacity by nature, hence the relevance of Dunbar's Number.

If everyone who was ever worth caring about, and died, affected you on a personal level, life would be absolutely unlivable. It's why we are content to seek escapism from this notion by way of fictionalizing representations of humankind's most sorrowful moments - because it is distant, and safe. It would be very problematic were our society based upon earnest compassion for other humans, especially if its aims were to indeed alleviate the necessary suffering that directs all considerations of "freedom". We simply wouldn't accomplish anything! Humans thrive on adversity and criticism, it forces us to be volatile and calculating at times, but a whirling moral compass tilting upon the axis of empathy is bound to drive us all completely mad with grief, not to mention beyond our capacity to feel anything at all.

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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

As for art as angst; I do hold that all honest works of art stem from a place of true depression, because, as in Cathartic weaves that inspire emotion, humans once more thrive as sentient and transitory beings by way of their most vital signatures, often in the form of any number of representations we can call 'art'. But that is certainly not to say that all art must be angsty or dark or depressing - probably more often, it is quite the opposite, but it is never earnest without the understanding of the artist, as an individual within a species, of what makes it vital. This can manifest in all manner of mechanisms, whether it be to write happy songs or bright, colourful paintings as a way of coping with loss or regret or in irony, but always there persists the idea of a heartfelt extension of its creator as an amalgam of the time, place, and circumstances under which any given piece is created.

With these coordinate facts in mind, it is oft that we are at a loss as to the total factors to comprise any work. We sometimes do not even know the name of the artist for many works of art, much less the specific time it was created in. But that is all part of the communication in this considerable medium- that we need not know the facts or the credits, that is stands as a response to something most every one of us feels at some point or another, that it is without objective save to merely exist, to be there and be an unquestionable statement of absolute proportions.

The transmission of art to persist as a catalyst for emotional communication is likewise absolute, and, like the projection of angst it may very well stem from in the first place, it is wrought with the drummed-up expectations and failings of its solvency with regard to the various other solutions our society has fabricated to address distress on its various scales.

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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Oh shut up, Hal.

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