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I do believe, however, that certain types of genre dreck get more respect than others, and that is frequently tied to who enjoys it. The sort of stuff Tarantino favors--grindhouse, slasher, giallo, kung fu, whatever--appeals to the still very male critical establishment, and therefore gets more respect. Whereas the kind of stuff I favor when I want empty movie calories--the lesser-grade women's pictures, Sandra Dee, Baghdad-and-boobs--have less boy-appeal.
I understand the other distinction you make, the unchallanging vs. the challenging and that one is still somewhat important to me.
Part of the beauty of age is the ability to find beauty and meaning in a wider variety of intellectual experience, some not overtly challenging and certainly not sanctioned as art. I can't think of any way that Tarkovsky's Mirror is more satisfying to me than Midnight Run, both movies I really like. I realize the purpose in making those two movies may have been completely different, maybe even at odds, and I am curious to know those things, but in the end, they both hold special spots in the mythological atmosphere of my brain.
I too frequented the TLA in the early eighties during my school days and part of the whole experience was the feeling of specialness combined with the restlessness of youth in seeking out the new and maverick. That feeling has never gone away, I just seem to satisfy it in common and unexpected places nowadays.
...Or maybe as Mrs. Context says, "You're just getting more stupid."
We really are curiously in sync this week. There's a little Dana Andrews connection, too.
Dear Out of, I do agree with your sentiment. Different types of movies (and books, and music, and people) affect us in different ways. If I had the critical acumen I might try to talk a little more deeply about certain types of books and movies that are basically genre works but that somehow also work as art, although you might get your art mixed in with a lot of not-art. (We all know what the accepted examples are: The Seven Samurai, My Darling Clementine, The Godfather, etc.) The trouble is, you start talking like this about the Zatoichi movies and you can easily take all the fun out of them.
Bingo. Looking for art.
I think OutofC brings up an important point re the "guilty pleasure" vs the challenging/not issue. Seems to me a guilty pleasure is one person's "not-challenging" cinema choice -- for whatever reason and for which there may be no good reason other than personal taste (or lack thereof).
Whereas your average non-challenging flick is probably agreed upon to be, at least by fans of the type or genre in question, okay time filler. That is, more than a few isolated obsessive types will buy in.
It's possible some of the genre pictures that are generally enjoyed may have a chance at being elevated in the film pantheon simply because they're rock-solid good. On the other hand, the oddball flicks that can only be enjoyed by the few are less likely to have that happen.
I think every film critic, and film fan should watch this documentary called Bergman Makes a Movie, from 1962, by Vilgot Sjoman. Just a beautiful depiction of the whole process of Ingmar Bergman writing, directing, doing post-production and finally attending the opening of his movie Winter Light. One of the things I loved most about this documentary was the sense of fun you saw in Bergman at work on this rather austere but beautiful movie. I mean he's utterly serious and precise about every slightest detail, but he's also cracking jokes and laughing with the actors and technicians. You see him kidding around with an actor, then it's time to shoot again: the actor because he's a trained actor is immediately in the moment, Bergman is completely concentrated on the scene, they shoot a few moments of brilliance; cut. Then they're joking around again.
Art doesn't have to be painful, either to create or to experience, and it would be nice if it weren't painful to read about.