Aristotle sucks cock

Have you ever considered that we like a certain movie or novel or play not because we honestly chose to like it, but rather because we are pre-programmed to like it by our culture?

For instance, when the hero experiences a revelation (i.e. Momento, American Psycho, Empire Strikes Back) we feel a certain pleasure in the discovery or a smug justified sensation that we saw it coming before the hero did.

So whatss? Here's whatss: I believe that we have been brain-washed to accept Aristotelian drama as the best kind. True, most of the stuff that we see in film today is Melodrama (Tragicomedy): A story about a hero who experiences hardships but comes out happily in the end - Kill Bill, Die Hard, Shaun of the Dead, Rocky Horror Picture Show, etc... And we moan that there should be some good movies out there. Like one where the hero doesn't win. What a new idea! Oedipus dude, Oedipus.

Conclusion: We're steeped in Tragicomedy as our entertainment. We crave Tragedy. And we crave it because everybody listened to Aristotle throughout history. If we had listened to Plato, there would be no more television, film, theatre, and we'd be ruled by Philosopher Kings.

Orca fucked with rake. Film at eleven.


sorry. forget that you read this idle speculation. crustacean. squish it. Squish iiiiiiit!

Zorpch,

Felix G'Cockle