Just Because It Entertained, It’s Not Art?
Somewhere along the way, we started deciding which kind of cinema deserves respect, and which one just deserves revenue. We began applauding silence as sophistication and mocking sound as noise. A film that makes you sit still, reflect, cry, feel heavy and heart-wrenched is automatically called art. But a film that makes you laugh, cheer, scream, or whistle? That’s dismissed as loud and forgettable. The problem is not with either kind of cinema. The problem is in how we’ve been taught to see. One is hailed as meaningful. The other? A guilty pleasure. One goes to film festivals. The other goes to theatres. But the truth is: both deserve the red carpet. Both deserve celebration. Because let’s be honest cinema is not one thing. It’s not just a silent close-up of pain or a handheld shot of a man smoking in existential dread. It’s also a wide shot of a crowd roaring when their hero arrives. It’s a perfectly timed cut that makes a punch land harder. It’s the scream that breaks silence. It’s ...