Aristotle, Art, Birth of a Nation, Chick Flicks, Cinderella, Ethics, Feminism, Fifty Shades of Gray, Helen of Troy, Huckleberry Finn, Indulgence, James Bond, King Priam, Mary Wallstonecraft, Meg Ryan, Nichomachean Ethics, Nightcrawler, On Fairy Stories, Taken, Tom Hanks, Twilight, You've Got Mail
Art affects people. Not only insomuch as it makes us laugh, or cry, or shudder, or bristle, but because it changes the way we look at the world. We are inspired by our heroes and want to emulate their heroism. We learn respect for the perspectives of others and come to understand differing viewpoints. Art challenges our convictions, stokes our imaginations, and guides our fears and fantasies. I would even contend that we are socialized by art – that we understand justice and injustice, good and evil, and our own place in the world, in terms of art and the stories it tells us. And for the most part, I have in this blog recorded positive interactions with art, cautioning against errors of craft or errors of underestimating a given story’s power. But today I want to talk about chick flicks, and bad art.