Then came Top Gun. The man calling the shots may have been Tony Scott, but the film’s real auteurs were producers Don Simpson and Jerry Bruckheimer, two men who pioneered the “high-concept” blockbuster—films for which the trailer or even the tagline told the story instantly. At their most basic, their movies weren’t movies; they were pure product—stitched-together amalgams of amphetamine action beats, star casting, music videos, and a diamond-hard laminate of technological adrenaline all designed to distract you from their lack of internal coherence, narrative credibility, or recognizable human qualities. They were rails of celluloid cocaine with only one goal: the transient heightening of sensation.
So there you have it. Illegal immigrants: 393,000. Lying moms: one. Bankers: zero. The math makes sense only because the politics are so obvious. You want to win elections, you bang on the jailable class. You build prisons and fill them with people for selling dime bags and stealing CD players. But for stealing a billion dollars? For fraud that puts a million people into foreclosure? Pass. It’s not a crime. Prison is too harsh. Get them to say they’re sorry, and move on. Oh, wait — let’s not even make them say they’re sorry. That’s too mean; let’s just give them a piece of paper with a government stamp on it, officially clearing them of the need to apologize, and make them pay a fine instead. But don’t make them pay it out of their own pockets, and don’t ask them to give back the money they stole. In fact, let them profit from their collective crimes, to the tune of a record $135 billion in pay and benefits last year. What’s next? Taxpayer-funded massages for every Wall Street executive guilty of fraud?
When the state simply gives up on the notion of justice — this whole American Dream thing recedes even further from reality.
“I’m not sure whether you’ve been into an A&R store the last couple of years. Jesus, talk about depressing. They became giant dump bins for failed remainder copies imported directly from the US. Shit books by no-name authors, poorly printed on cheap stock…sticking Gloria Jeans in the middle of your bookshop hoping that people will buy shitty books along with the shitty coffee.”—John Birmingham, on the recently announced bakruptcy of Borders and Angus and Robertson’s
That’s how much it cost each taxpayer to pay for travel to the funerals for those asylum seekers who tragically died at the end of last year. Two cents. Yet 75% of The Australian’s respondents said we shouldn’t be paying the expenses.
“games are typically considered to be commercial products, rather than creative works; consider the fact that game titles, unlike the names of, say, movies or songs, appear in most newspapers and magazines, including this one, un-italicized and without quotes. There aren’t very many video-game auteurs, but Miyamoto is one.”—The New Yorker’s profile of Shigeru Miyamoto
The Importance Of A Liberal Arts Education College is an environment where contentions are encountered, where one’s values and convictions manifest, and where a direction toward a productive life course is developed. This is true no matter what branch of knowledge is pursued.
Is it worth the cost anymore? Also, are business employers hiring liberal arts students in this economy?
I WILL DEFEND MY ARTS DEGREE TO THE DEATH! Although this article is a bit “meh”.
“The Tarzana-based Columbia (school motto: “No, not that one”) has announced via press release that it is launching a course entitled “Master Class: Editing James Franco…with James Franco,” in which students will come to a deeper understanding of Franco by compiling a 30-minute documentary on Franco, using footage of Franco supplied by Franco, all in the academic pursuit of Franco. Overseen by Franco’s right-hand Franco, Tyler Danna, the class will ask student editors to “create a cinematic image of James Franco”—a task akin to producing a rainstorm on paper—using Franco-chosen behind-the-scenes videos from the short films that Franco has directed.”—James Franco launches college course on James Franco | Film | Newswire | The A.V. Club (via clembastow)