(In which I rant about storytelling, immature art and editing. If this isn’t interesting, then skip it because I won’t be mad)
SPOILERS BELOW FOR LOTS OF SHOWS AND MOVIES.
Anyone else feeling vaguely dissatisfied with the state of big entertainment?
A vague sense of betrayal and frustration?
Now, this goes into the weeds a little but stick the kettle on and allow me to explain.
There are structures to stories, which have existed in particular forms for thousands of years. You recognise them, not consciously unless you happen to be someone who writes and studies them, but even then, if you’ve picked up a book, watched a film or a series then you are as much a student as I am.
But these days, there are works out now which feel immature and unsatisfactory on an intuitive level. To quote Plinkett from Red Letter Media, your brain knows something is wrong.
Take, for example, season 8 of Game of Thrones, the order of the two climatic events, the way Arya kills the Night King rather than resolve the personal tension between the King and Jon Snow and how Dany turns from well intended saviour to genocide amongst others.
Things like this don’t anger me, more a benevolent literary chauvinism. It’s bastard hard at times writing, and what’s perfect in your head seldom ends up that way. Glimpses, and of course, I’m not subject to the pressures of full time professionals.
But I’m right about wanting more work which respects the archetypal forms of the story. Not the petulant, immature kinetics or melodrama we get too often.
How do you feel?
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