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bimoSo I went to see AWE yesterday, together with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cavendish at the Lichtburg Essen.
Can't say that I didn't enjoy the experience. Much to my own surprise I felt sufficiently entertained, laughed, cheered and was rather delighted by the few moments of true movie magic that flickered up once in a while.
Altogether a considerably less disjointed and tainted affair than DMC was. No severe pacing issues, no Cannibal Island to be outraged about. AWE is fast, silly, visually impressive and blissfully self-ironical. From a fannish point of view, however, it left me completely cold, with only one single scene (Elizabeth and Papa Swann) making any kind of deeper emotional impact.
No inspiration. No substance or quiet character moments to be intrigued by, or to speculate about.
Thinking about the finished, already half-typed PotC story in my notebook makes me feel very foolish for investing any time, any thought in these characters or this fictional universe. But still, I love doing these kinds of things. Imagining a very lost Mr. Gillette, all on his own in London at the dawn of Australian colonization, or James Norrington dealing with all the major and minor catastrophes of his life. Papa Swann being a very sweet elderly gentleman and hard core Macchiavellian at the same time.
If it all boils down to philosophical world views in the end, I guess there are just two kinds people. Those who believe that Horkheimer and Adorno got it all right in the first place when they depicted the mechanisms of a culture industry. And those who also believe these mechanisms do indeed exist, but actually prefer to not to care, for private reasons that are not even fully known to themselves.
Count me in on the latter.
cavendish at the Lichtburg Essen. Can't say that I didn't enjoy the experience. Much to my own surprise I felt sufficiently entertained, laughed, cheered and was rather delighted by the few moments of true movie magic that flickered up once in a while.
Altogether a considerably less disjointed and tainted affair than DMC was. No severe pacing issues, no Cannibal Island to be outraged about. AWE is fast, silly, visually impressive and blissfully self-ironical. From a fannish point of view, however, it left me completely cold, with only one single scene (Elizabeth and Papa Swann) making any kind of deeper emotional impact.
No inspiration. No substance or quiet character moments to be intrigued by, or to speculate about.
Thinking about the finished, already half-typed PotC story in my notebook makes me feel very foolish for investing any time, any thought in these characters or this fictional universe. But still, I love doing these kinds of things. Imagining a very lost Mr. Gillette, all on his own in London at the dawn of Australian colonization, or James Norrington dealing with all the major and minor catastrophes of his life. Papa Swann being a very sweet elderly gentleman and hard core Macchiavellian at the same time.
If it all boils down to philosophical world views in the end, I guess there are just two kinds people. Those who believe that Horkheimer and Adorno got it all right in the first place when they depicted the mechanisms of a culture industry. And those who also believe these mechanisms do indeed exist, but actually prefer to not to care, for private reasons that are not even fully known to themselves.
Count me in on the latter.
