Well, you know. Unlike
good wine, Hannah And Her Sisters is
just getting worse with years. Because the person who made it married his
adopted daughter (to say nothing of the alleged
child abuse). Suddenly, all humour is sucked out of Annie Hall and Husbands and
Wives is boring and predictable. Because… Well, you know.
And in light of Cate
Blanchett’s recent revelations. You know there will be people, lots of them,
who will genuinely start thinking that the Cousins
episode wasn’t acting genius and who will refuse to watch The Dinner (her directorial debut) once it gets made. I’ve always
been mystified by people’s ability to stop liking someone’s art once it
transpires that this someone is not a
perfect angel. Or has done something.
Maybe questionable.
Maybe controversial. Maybe whatever.
Lifestyles, bad
habits and criminal records tend to overshadow everything, and suddenly it’s as
if art itself is not enough. Mark E. Smith is an abusive drunkard, but what if The Sub-Lingual Tablet is fantastic?..
There is a line here, yes, but I don’t know where it lies. Truth is, I don’t
even want to know. Art is art, rest is for bores.
Ezra Pound supported
Mussolini. Shoot me, but that’s not what made him a worse poet than T.S. Eliot.
Sometimes it’s the actual poetry.
