Last night I watched American Idol and was ready to watch Nature. This last is as dark as I want to get. It is at least real. But dark for dark’s sake I don’t like, no matter if it is reading or viewing.
After Idol my wife opted to watch Fargo and I said go ahead I am going to read and then go to bed. Asleep by 9, a good thing because the dog woke me up at 3.
In A Religion of One’s Own, Thomas Moore writes about art, ” We need paintings and other art around us that will shatter our comfort with reality as we understand it. Good art moves us along and keeps us from being complacent….Bad art, especially bad spiritual art, takes us nowhere.”
My observations of art, whether it be a TV show, an Internet blog, a book or a painting is becoming more discerning. I look for purpose. If its meant to be entertainment, then I want to be entertained and I don’t want dark. If it is to move me along, then show me the polluted air, the drug dealers with full profanities in Baltimore, or dead elephants in India.
But violence in Fargo? I don’t get its purpose and for me it is not entertaining.
American Idol? Pure entertainment and a few of the 99% get richer. I like that.