It matters to me and in the end that is all that really counts. It matters because I care for it. It means something.
Relationships matter more to me.
Which is stupid cause that’s dangerous and ultimately disappointing.
If you put your heart into something like cinema or art or whatever then you are more free because its not something fragile, transitory etc.
@Mary
I don’t know. I think when I’m on my death bed, what I will most care about are the relationships I’ve had with friends and family; how I treated them—and I how I treated other people in general. I’m pretty sure this will be more important to me than what films I’ve seen or not seen. So to answer the question, I think there are more important things in life than cinema (or art).
However, I do think cinema has value, and in that way, it does matter. (Are we suppose to explain why it matters? Someone please say, no. :)
No. Just for fun funs.
—DiB
If you put your heart into something like cinema or art or whatever then you are more free because its not something fragile, transitory etc.
Art is dead.
Nothing matters.
Why Must Silence Have a Name?
Why must there be Form? Why must everything little thing be placed into a category? Why can’t things just Be?
Because we are uncomfortable when things are, to us, out of sync, skewed, different, abstract, obscure, off.
We pierce ourselves wanting to be different, maybe a bit racy, but in all actuality we are placing ourselves into a secondary norm, the straight-laced call it “Deviantism,” but it’s nothing more than…
Does it matter?
The man who cheats on his wife. Do you know him? More than likely, yes you do. Maybe he’s your husband, your father, the married guy you did last week.
Or how about the alcoholic lady? Could be your wife, because she needs to talk to somebody.
Then there is the child molester, your next door neighbor. The pot head, your daughter’s boyfriend. The Neo-Nazi, the eight year old down the street. The good Christian woman who beats her kids, the leader of the Youth Group. The Satan Worshiper teaches third grade, his next sacrifice asks stupid questions in your math class.
We stand in line at the grocery store buying self-help books, the National Enquirer, a candy bar, and a Diet Coke. The person behind us is buying recycled paper and Styrofoam coffee cups.
Sprite is publicizing the image that they don’t have one.We’re still fighting wars of Ethnic Cleansing.
Churches are depicting massacres, suicides, drug overdoses and abortions in an attempt to frighten teenagers into religious submission, while discounting the fact that a good deal of the slaughter of humanity has been done In The Name Of God and Jesus Christ.
God? Is there a God? According to over half the world, yes, there is some sort of God. So, we will kill each other until the strongest version of God is left: Darwinism at its best.
Close your eyes. Take a deep breath, real deep. And yell-
FUCK!
And nothing changes. Nothing changes. Technology advances, and everything is still the same. We build things better, bigger, faster, then we kill more, quicker.
The daily newspapers are filled with stories of Hate Crimes. The states are passing laws against Hate Crimes, what the fuck do we know about Hate? To know about Hate, then we must know of its opposite, Love, but what the fuck do we know about Love? “God is Love” Kiss my ass.
If God is love then why is there a Reverend protesting at the funeral of a young man beaten and left for dead, hanging on a fence in the middle of nowhere? Because the young man just happened to have been a homosexual, and homosexuality is a sin and a sin is an affront to God, God does not accept homosexuality, but God is love.
Greed, Anger, Sloth, Envy, Lust, Gluttony and Pride, but go to the right church, believe in the right God and you can be absolved, you, too, can be saved.
You can buy your ticket to Heaven on Television. Call now and you get a free T-shirt, “Have you hugged God Today?”
I am not against religion, I am against being told THIS is right, and THIS is wrong. I believe every man should love his fellow man. Why? Not because it is written in some book under the guise of The Lord’s Commandments, but because we should. Of course, I don’t, but on occasion I try.
I wish that I was a better person, but I’m not.
We have to be this and we have to be that, we must declare what we are, we are not allowed to just be. Liberal, conservative, Democrat, Republican, Independent, straight, gay, male, female, white, Hispanic, African-American, Pacific Islander, what about just being a Goddamn Human Being?
Why can’t we just be? What does it matter? It matters because we must fit into a hole, we must be counted, thrown into a demographic so that the president will know who he is talking to and know when to attempt to be hip and know when to be quiet and tender, “I feel your pain.” Feel this.
Everything must be programmed, set for optimum effect, the world as directed by Spielberg, pulling the right strings at the right time, make the women weep and the men hold their hands, then throw in a battle so that the men get the adrenaline rush, then with their spirits high they go and join the army and go off and get killed, so that a giant Redwood can get chopped down to make paper to send out all the death notices so that parents can be proud that their sons died fighting for a cause.
The only thing left to fight for is the fight against fighting, a war that cannot be won.
We have set rules for everything; deviation is just another part of the game. There is nothing new, nothing fresh, everything has been done, everything named. Rebellion is expected; submission will be achieved.
It’s fuckin’ sad, ain’t it?
GOD DAMN IT MUBI
Why must there be Form? Why must everything little thing be placed into a category? Why can’t things just Be?
People are obsessed with categorisation. That’s why we have the absurdity of art ranking. Is stand-up comedy better than painting? Is painting better than film? Is poetry better than music? Is literature better than a graphic novel? Why does it matter? It doesn’t. Yet people persist with it.
Simon Munnery does a great piece in one of his stand-up works about a reviewer describing his work as being ‘as close to art as comedy gets’ which leads him to conclude that comedy must be shit art. On the third rung of the art heirarchy, along with graphic novels and most post-1960 music.
Anyway, great post. When I was reading it, the beat for Gil Scott-Heron’s ‘The Revolution Will Not Be Televised’ was playing in my head.
I think therefore I am – Some old dude said that. Art is dying not dead, but art is like a Phoenix and will arise from the ashes and be new and old again, or some philosophical mumbo jumbo like that.
It matters to a few people at least and therefore it is relevant.
considering that your death and the death of everyone you know is stone-cold certain no it does not really matter. (from that angle nothing does but try telling that to the student loan people). i had a run-in w/ oblivion a few yrs back and it put me in a deep well. no art could reach me. movies in particular, which had defined my pursuits and interests if not my core for years prior, were empy vessels, hollow indulgences. i’ve since come out of the well and love/need movies again but i now see them less as a pillar of my existence and more as a drug of choice.
Define ‘matter’.
I don’t know if it matters, but cinema is awesome.
Like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Well there’s nothing we can tell you. Yes, sometimes one may feel this way. But when you stop feeling this way, you’ll remember why you liked film so much. It’s great stuff.
ALL IS GRACE
“Does cinema really matter?”
Does anything?
PolarisDiB
Tell me again.
Does cinema really matter?
—PolarisDiB