Art is dead.
Say it ain't so!
I thought Art Bell was just retired and living in Thailand.
When the Mogels ruled Hollywood and the Studio owned YOU, Frank Capra made movies where Good was Good, Evil Was Evil, and nobody you really liked got killed in the end. They understood that movies were like cans of beans or any other product. You might feel like cooking for yourself once and awhile, but it didn't really make the Studio as much money as making something the public actually wanted. The "stars", for all their glory, were cattle, traded and loaned out between studios when need be. If they slept with one-legged chimpanzees in their spare time, they damn well better keep quiet about it, and there were assigned press agents to do whatever was required to keep it away from the paying public; most of what went on in Hollywood stayed in Hollywood, and everybody like it that way.
When the stars finally broke loose with the dawn of TV ("that devil box"), they started making "art" for themselves; before long we had blood splatter and stabbings, and the way you got real recognition was by impressing your peers with how much you could push the envelope and re-educate the rubes, not by telling a story people wanted to hear.
RIP, Hollywood.
Last movie I saw in a theater was Saving Private Ryan.
Before that, I don’t remember...or care.
“Art is dead.”
Nope. I saw him a church last night.