We don’t know very well what related to good art by predatory artists. And so I asked some literary experts.
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For some years whenever I had been an adolescent, my favorite film ended up being Edward Scissorhands.
We enjoyed its spiky early-’90s Tim Burton looks; We adored the sweetness of its story, hiding under a great deal weirdness that is self-conscious and I also enjoyed Johnny Depp’s wounded, susceptible performance because the titular scissor-handed kid, who couldn’t get close to anybody without harming them. We laughed whenever Edward unintentionally punctured a waterbed in a wordless, humiliated madness. We cried as he inadvertently injured their gf. We cried more for Edward compared to the bleeding gf, really, that it hurt him to hurt her, and I was more interested in his pain than in hers because I could see.
Edward Scissorhands eventually stopped being my personal favorite film, but we proceeded to think it’s great in that part-embarrassed, part-sentimental, part-genuine means you like the art you imprint on as an adolescent. Pokračování textu Exactly just What do we do if the art we love was made by way of a monster?