{"id":58,"date":"2005-03-06T02:58:47","date_gmt":"2005-03-06T02:58:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ubuntucat.wordpress.com\/2005\/03\/06\/the-context-of-consumption\/"},"modified":"2005-03-06T02:58:47","modified_gmt":"2005-03-06T02:58:47","slug":"the-context-of-consumption","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/the-context-of-consumption\/","title":{"rendered":"The Context of Consumption"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The recent trend in academia, particularly in the realm of film and literature, is to approach works of fiction with the postmodernist stance a work is best understood in relativist terms by examining the author&#8217;s time period, biography, and viewpoint in light of our current prejudices and values. What gets mentioned only passingly is the context of consumption&mdash;how we actually digest both literary and cinematic works differently even within the same time period, even within the same moral and social value systems. <\/p>\n<p> I&#8217;m thinking, less loftily than in the previous paragraph, of the fact that I really want my wife to see <i>Equilibrium<\/i>, a film I saw earlier today and of which I didn&#8217;t have a particularly high opinion. In fact, the more I reflect on the movie, the more I realize it was just horrid&mdash;full of plot holes, lacking in character development and proper exposition, among other insufficiencies. Why do I want to see it again? Well, I think a work of art, particularly a film (as we do not often find ourselves reading a book together with several people or even one other person, excepting, of course, the odd chance we might be listening to a book on tape in the car with other passengers or reading a book to a young child) does not create a single experience for its viewer, even if there are &#8220;objective&#8221; aspects of which the viewer can rightly praise or criticize. <\/p>\n<p> Sometimes, even when I&#8217;ve loved a movie, I can watch it too many times. My view of life and my moral values, even my artistic tastes, may not have changed at all, but suddenly the movie&#8217;s lost its charms for me &#8220;like a worn out recording of a favorite song&#8221; (quotation from Rupert Holmes&#8217; &#8220;Escape&#8221;). Conversely, I can suddenly become excited again about watching a movie that I <i>have<\/i> seen too many times already, simply because I&#8217;m watching it with someone who&#8217;s never seen it before. The movie then becomes a sort of show-and-tell, where part of the experience of watching the movie isn&#8217;t just in watching the movie itself but also in anticipating the new viewer&#8217;s reactions and potential adoption of the movie as a favorite. <\/p>\n<p> I&#8217;m not sure, though, why I would want to watch <i>Equilibrium<\/i> again with my wife, though, as I&#8217;m not cinematically &#8220;evangelizing&#8221; to her&mdash;I don&#8217;t want her to like the movie, as I didn&#8217;t even like it much myself. I have noticed, though, that in what contexts you consume a movie (on the big screen, in a crowded\/empty theater, at a premiere, in a tiny room, with a bunch of friends) changes not the content or quality of the movie but majorly the content and quality of viewing experience. <\/p>\n<p> Take, for example, <i>The Rocky Horror Picture Show<\/i>, which now has a cult following and has midnight showings at which guests dress up, sing along, and perform various rituals in tune with the movie. The movie is no longer a movie but an event and a community production, with what&#8217;s happening in front of the screen creating more of an experience than what&#8217;s happening on the screen. <\/p>\n<p> Likewise, when I saw the re-release of <i>The Empire Strikes Back<\/i> a few years ago, it was hard not to feel a rush of adrenaline at every fight scene. It was hard not to hold back my chuckle amidst others&#8217; roars of laughter when Princess Leia kisses Luke Skywalker. Sure, it&#8217;d been a while since I&#8217;d last seen it, and I surely must have changed as a person, but the people you see it with make the movie. <\/p>\n<p> Sometimes, it&#8217;s not the people. I&#8217;ve watched horror movies alone at night in a big house in the suburban wilderness and watched those same movies alone in the day time in the city, and the amount of &#8220;horror&#8221; in the latter scenario was negligible. <\/p>\n<p> What I find most odd is how we can attach nostalgia to a really bad movie and still love it decades later, even after our tastes have changed, even after our values and appreciation for the arts has changed. I can&#8217;t count the times I&#8217;ve rented a movie that I absolutely loved growing up, only to watch it with some friends and have them say, &#8220;That was utter shit&#8221; (or something like that). Meanwhile, having matured over the course of decades, I&#8217;m still loving the garbage. <\/p>\n<p> Even with books, I&#8217;ve found a similar phenomenon&mdash;not so much in reading with others but at least in having the context in which I read a book (Was it recommended to me? Did I find it myself? Am I alone? Is it quiet? Did I read it straight for hours all in one sitting or was it broken up into bits over the course of a year?). I&#8217;d like to see a little more talk about this from people reviewing films and reviewing books. The quality may come from the author&#8217;s perspective, but it&#8217;s also consumed differently by the viewer, even the same viewer, at different times and in different contexts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The recent trend in academia, particularly in the realm of film and literature, is to approach works of fiction with the postmodernist stance a work is best understood in relativist terms by examining the author&#8217;s time period, biography, and viewpoint in light of our current prejudices and values. What gets mentioned only passingly is the&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/the-context-of-consumption\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Context of Consumption<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-58","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=58"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=58"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=58"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psychocats.net\/ubuntucat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=58"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}