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This wasn't always so. The earliest forms of art, like painting and music, are those best suited for expressing joy. But somewhere in the 19th century, more artists began seeing happiness as insipid, phony or, worst of all, boring--in Tolstoy's words, "All happy families are alike." We went from Wordsworth's daffodils to Baudelaire's flowers of evil. In the 20th century, classical music became more atonal, visual art more unsettling. Artists who focused on making their audiences feel good, from Usher to Thomas Kinkade, were labeled...
...Towers became banal because they lost their sense of surprise and joy," Libeskind says. "Over time they became formulas. The architectural element was reduced to questions like 'What patterns are we gonna use for the windows?'" Now the formulas have all been cast to the wind. The past decade or so has been a time of virtuoso architects, not just Libeskind, Hadid and Isozaki but also Frank Gehry, Santiago Calatrava, Norman Foster, Renzo Piano and many others, all of them working in very different styles but with the common impulse to knock apart the familiar glass-and-steel...
...again, my friend swinging up into the dark of the winter night, he said: “Ah, love, let us be true/ To one another! for the world, which seems/ To lie before us like a land of dreams,/ So various, so beautiful, so new,/ Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,/ Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;/ And we are here as on a darkling plain/ Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,/ Where ignorant armies clash by night.” It is not a heartening ending. It is especially disheartening...
While Fat Albert follows in the tradition of Cosby’s wholesome comedy and “SNL” is more raucous, Thompson is emphatic that, “Comedy is here to bring joy to the world, whether you want to hear the curse words...
...Great film, but decided to make this movie instead because it was his friend Oliver Stone’s lifelong dream to bring Alexander to the screen. But it is difficult to believe that this film has any personal connection to the director; it simply lacks the sense of joy always beneath the surface of a Scorsese film. I look forward to Scorsese getting the Oscar, even if it is for his weakest film in years, so that he can go back to making films he cares about, not simply churning out Oscar bait...