Monday, April 6, 2009
So, what's the deal with Seinfeld? Like, his stand-up really sucks.
I've noticed this trend in general in many fields of entertainment. If a character on a tv show, movie, play, etc. has any sort of creative job, the creators of the show/movie/play feel the need to, at some point, display the "work" of the "artist" character. If the artist is a painter, their work will turn out to be a painting that looks like it was scrawled onto a canvas by a drunk two-year-old and/or an overly conceptual piece that clearly has no more significant meaning than the scrawls of a drunken two-year-old. If the artist is a musician, their music will sound like the wails of a drunken two-year-old. If the artist is a writer, their poem or story will display the emotional depth of a drunken two-year-old. This is a travesty. TV shows, movies, plays, etc. are supposed to be created by, well, creative people. Not drunken two-year-olds. Either the people who are actually responsible for our entertainment are a bunch of sad sacks who are unwilling to have anything valid that they may create be part of something larger rather than the complete embodiment of their "vision", or I'm on the verge of finding a job for my accidentally-conceived two ear-old son. I mean, really...does he expect me to do everything? Little shit won't even change his fucking diapers. Shit is filling my living room.
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