Youngest teen son says I’m a casual because I have no taste in movies.
You see, while I like straightforward entertainment, he prefers artsy fartsy films with quirky writing, visual imagery, and whimsical camera techniques. For example, Wes Anderson. (And believe you me, son constantly reminds me about the two R-rated Anderson films I haven’t yet let him see. Repeating that conversation in Groundhog Day fashion is loads of fun.)
His highbrow cinematic taste is obviously a genetic mutation, because neither the hubs nor I flock to those films.
We just want to be entertained.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ll do artsy fartsy. But nestled between the art and the fart, there better be a good story in tried-and-true three-act structure.
I know, I know, what about experimentation? What about novelty? What about outside-the-box?
Hey, go for it. But keep me entertained in the process. If I wanted to see two people talk for thirty minutes while lounging around, I’d peek over the fence at my neighbors. Give me action. Give me escalating tension. Give me plot.
And please, please give me popcorn.
How about you? Highbrow or lowbrow or somewhere in between?
*Alternate title for this post as suggested by youngest teen son: “Do You Hate Good Movies Too? If So, Read On.”
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