Monday, March 9, 2009

Saw The Watchmen. Was really good. Maybe by the same person who made the story of V for Vendetta? I don't know. Will find out later. The two best movies I can recall seeing in a long time. ..better than Tarkovsky; who is the only other good stuff I've seen lately.

The character Rorschach(sp) follows truth no matter where it leads. Even if it means destroying world peace. Even getting himself killed. An idea that obviously interests me. Dr. Manhattan also in "reaching" truth and to me anyway it had seemed finding it not such a great thing really. And then I suppose same idea with The Comedian also. The Comedian and Dr. Manhattan both realizing just how awful humankind is. Rorschach still searching for uncompromising truth even as he's going to get killed for his trouble.

Packed into an entertaining story. The sort of thing I guess I'd like to do. Might as well keep it something that people will actually want to read the whole thing. It is possible to do so while also having meaningful ideas.
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Tarkovsky's Andrei Rublev: Did they really need to set a cow on fire and push a horse down the stairs? Well whatever.

"The pressure Rublev is subject to is not an exception. The artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed his work wouldn't exist, for the artist doesn't live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world isn't perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world. This is the issue in "Rublev." The search for harmonic relationships amoung men between art and life, between time and history." Tarkovsky

This is either obvious-almost a tautology-or, depending on how you construe it, not necessarily true. Maybe ultimately just too generalized. Like his movies, perhaps a little too open to you adding whatever meaning you want to it. Which, is the same for endless other artists of course.

But I guess a nice thing to keep in mind while having the pressure of censors or just stuggling through a prolish existence.