April 30th, 2019
An open letter to those of you who don’t “get” superhero films (or comics or just like to poo poo all over things that other people love):
Marvel just released a film that is essentially about grief and the act of moving on, and it made $1.2 billion its opening weekend. If you fail to recognize how this movie took a theme as heavy and hard to talk about as loss and spoke about it to the hearts of millions of people, then maybe this isn’t a failure of genre.
Show a person a painting, and they say it’s art. Show them words, and they say it’s art. But combine these two forms and only the simplest, most condescending people in the world could dismiss it as anything more than mind garbage for children and degenerates.
Ultimately, and the same side of that coin: any person who spends their life trying to define what art is completely misses the point of living it.
For the record: not a Game of Thrones fan. But I love how many people are, and I absolutely, totally, 100% “get” it. You keep being you, you stone cold weirdos.