After Eight said: "BenElliott wrote:
"I do think the creative team wanted you to make comparisons to our current climate. The show just feels relevant and art should reflect what's happening in the world."
Considering the lamentable state of what's happening in the world, I think art would serve us far better by offering us an escape from it. We would no doubt offer it our undying thanks and gratitude. What's more, it's not as if we're not already bombarded 24/7 with what's happening in the world, no matter where we turn, in every possible venue. In their relentless quest to "enlighten" the dodos in the audience and play up to their fellow elites, our self-important theatre artists end up just dishing out yet another stale helping of the same tired talking points we've heard a gazillion times already --- just at far higher prices.
It's sad to see that the term "art," like so much else today, has been sabotaged. It now just serves as a protective shield behind which self-satisfied "artistes" can preen, preach, and pronounce their unending screeds before a captive audience.
We poor audiences! Can we never catch a break?!"
You are so right about this, After Eight.
I get so angry when I think of those poor audiences of the turbulent 1940s.
The "self-important" and "enlightened" traumas they had to endure, like:
Death of a Salesman, The Glass Menagerie, The Iceman Cometh, The Skin of Our Teeth, Our Town, A Streetcar Named Desire, All My Sons, Anna Lucasta, Home of the Brave, Home of the Brave, The Hasty Heart, Another Part of the Forest, Porgy & Bess, Cradle Will Rock, Pal Joey, Lost in the Stars, Street Scene, Lady in the Dark, Finian's Rainbow, Brigadoon, On the Town, Carousel, Oklahoma!, Carmen Jones Gaslight, Citizen Kane, Notorious, Sullivan's Travels,The Great Dictator, The Lady from Shanghai, The Magnificent Ambersons, The Best Years of Our Lives, Children of Paradise, The Grapes of Wrath, Mrs. Miniver, The Lost Weekend, The Third Man, The Ox-Bow Incident, The Little Foxes, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Gentlemen's Agreement, The Yearling, Henry V, Crossfire, Hamlet, The Snake Pit, All the King's Men, The Heiress, Battleground, The Snake Pit, How Green Was My Valley, The Razor's Edge, Casablanca...
With their faces so sanctimoniously and relentlessly rubbed in the mire of artiste-ic significance, it's amazing the Greatest Generation even made it into the 1950s.
Updated On: 4/11/19 at 03:09 PM