A teaching colleague mentioned that Citizen Kane was no better than a Chuck Jones (Bugs Bunny) film. And that he had gotten more out of Bugs Bunny. In a later conversation, a student mentioned that Citizen Kane didn’t speak to him in the same way that Blood Diamond had.
To some extent they were probably exaggerating to make a point.
Setting aside a young man’s need to trash his elders to define/establish himself, it made me wonder about the strange times we live in with film. Yes, trash culture and B-movies have a visceral thrill. Classics can be boring. But it seems to me that your personal opinion about a classic doesn’t invalidate its influence or provide an easy out for ignoring it.
Our immediate response to a film doesn’t dictate its worth for posterity.
More central that that is this obsession with relatability that establishes self as the center of the world. My opinion, thoughts and feelings — informed or not, silly or not — are the center of the world.
And what’s this obsession with the trivial, the mundane and the marginal?
Transformers 2 anyone?