How many times have you heard “The movies ain’t what they used to be”?
A lot, huh?
That’s because they're not.
People don’t talk about movies much anymore, not the way they did 20, 30, 40, or 50 years ago, or actually further back than that, when they were the center of the culture.
I don’t even talk about them much myself and I used to write them.
I’m still a member of the Writers Branch of the Academy and barely go.
I will have some catching up to do if I intend to vote in the Oscars this year. Fortunately, they put all the films online for us.
I did see “Oppenheimer,” which I liked to some extent, but it didn't pass the greatness test that its subject merited.
For me, that greatness test is—at a minimum—that I would like to see the film again, maybe several times. “Casablanca,” “Godfathers I and II,” and virtually everything by Kurosawa and Fellini easily pass that test.
I would add much of old-time Hollywood such as “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,” Buster Keaton’s “The General,” The Marx Brothers (anything), “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” and, of course, “Lawrence of Arabia.” I could go on and on.
You doubtless will have your own lists.
What accounts for the decline?
These days virtually everyone has some form of ADHD and few want to sit in a theater for the length of time it takes to view a movie, especially when most can watch them at home, while doing everything from playing a computer game to doing the laundry.
Hardly a communal experience.
Meanwhile, at least half the audience (likely a growing number at this point) is turned off by Hollywood’s “woke” worldview reflected in many of their movies, which is dreary in the extreme.
One of the problems is that so many films lack a purpose, a reason for being, outside this woke orthodoxy.
That accounts for the recent rise of Christian films in response.
However, a few of them have the professional aesthetic standards we have come to expect, except for the extraordinary Mel Gibson who, despite his erratic personal life, imbues his superb films with high moral purpose. We want to see them.
But there is hope, as I wrote in my title. It's coming from a group of people not more than 10 miles from me right now in Franklin, Tennessee.