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***Mithadan*** · 04-18-2003, 07:37 AM

Under the spotlights in Los Angeles, what is real and what is illusory often mix and blur into one another. The result is sometimes art and sometimes pap, but most often falls somewhere in between. But perhaps the most unfortunate aspect of the cinema industry and its market is the tendency of the public to rely upon the judgments of others in discerning art from pap. These others, a most evil and corrupted group, by and large, spend their time deconstructing the work of others rather than themselves engaging in subcreation. Such is the case here.

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"and 3, 2, 1..."

A red light glows atop a camera and two persons straighten in their chairs. One speaks.

"Good evening. Welcome to "Ebert and Roeper and the Movies [undoubtedly a trademarked moniker, the use of which is here in the form of parody] and tonight we have the most unfortunate duty to review a film which should never have been made..."

"Right, Ebert. Tonight we review the first offering of Estelyn Telcontar to the world of the big screen. While Estelyn is undoubtedly talented, 'Entish Bow' is a film which should never have seen the light of day."

"The word 'sophomoric' leaps to mind, followed quickly by the word 'tortured'. This assay into the realm of comedy is simply not...comedy that is. One need go no farther than the subject matter to determine the inanity of this film. Entish Bow focuses upon an animate tree, cut to pieces, whose parts seek to find one another. If that were not enough..."

A peal of thunder splits the air of the soundstage and a cloud forms above the heads of Ebert and Roeper who cower in their chairs. The cloud glows gold and red and is lit by a bright fire within. From within this nebulous veil comes a deep voice, speaking in tones which shake the firmament.

"Yea, verily! It is well and truthfully said that, 'For this precise reason—that the characters, and even the scenes, are in Drama not imagined but actually beheld—Drama is, even though it uses a similar material (words, verse, plot), an art fundamentally different from narrative art. Thus, if you prefer Drama to Literature (as many
literary critics plainly do), or form your critical theories primarily from dramatic critics, or even from Drama, you are apt to misunderstand pure story-making, and to constrain it to the limitations of stage-plays. You are, for instance, likely to
prefer characters, even the basest and dullest, to things. Very little about trees as trees can be got into a play.' Thou art warned! So sayeth Mantoes!"

The cloud departed with a crash of thunder. The two men straightened again in their chairs and faced the camera.

"Right! A brilliant offering from this freshman tale-weaver, not to be missed! Two thumbs up!"

[ April 18, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

04-18-2003, 07:37 AM	#186
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,393	Under the spotlights in Los Angeles, what is real and what is illusory often mix and blur into one another. The result is sometimes art and sometimes pap, but most often falls somewhere in between. But perhaps the most unfortunate aspect of the cinema industry and its market is the tendency of the public to rely upon the judgments of others in discerning art from pap. These others, a most evil and corrupted group, by and large, spend their time deconstructing the work of others rather than themselves engaging in subcreation. Such is the case here. ------------------------------- "and 3, 2, 1..." A red light glows atop a camera and two persons straighten in their chairs. One speaks. "Good evening. Welcome to "Ebert and Roeper and the Movies [undoubtedly a trademarked moniker, the use of which is here in the form of parody] and tonight we have the most unfortunate duty to review a film which should never have been made..." "Right, Ebert. Tonight we review the first offering of Estelyn Telcontar to the world of the big screen. While Estelyn is undoubtedly talented, 'Entish Bow' is a film which should never have seen the light of day." "The word 'sophomoric' leaps to mind, followed quickly by the word 'tortured'. This assay into the realm of comedy is simply not...comedy that is. One need go no farther than the subject matter to determine the inanity of this film. Entish Bow focuses upon an animate tree, cut to pieces, whose parts seek to find one another. If that were not enough..." A peal of thunder splits the air of the soundstage and a cloud forms above the heads of Ebert and Roeper who cower in their chairs. The cloud glows gold and red and is lit by a bright fire within. From within this nebulous veil comes a deep voice, speaking in tones which shake the firmament. "Yea, verily! It is well and truthfully said that, 'For this precise reason—that the characters, and even the scenes, are in Drama not imagined but actually beheld—Drama is, even though it uses a similar material (words, verse, plot), an art fundamentally different from narrative art. Thus, if you prefer Drama to Literature (as many literary critics plainly do), or form your critical theories primarily from dramatic critics, or even from Drama, you are apt to misunderstand pure story-making, and to constrain it to the limitations of stage-plays. You are, for instance, likely to prefer characters, even the basest and dullest, to things. Very little about trees as trees can be got into a play.' Thou art warned! So sayeth Mantoes!" The cloud departed with a crash of thunder. The two men straightened again in their chairs and faced the camera. "Right! A brilliant offering from this freshman tale-weaver, not to be missed! Two thumbs up!" [ April 18, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.