I just finished the Backstreet Boys documentary (Backstreet Boys: Show ‘Em What You’re Made Of currently streaming on Netflix) and let me tell you, it was amazing. Much like their music it doesn’t go deep, it doesn’t make you think, it just gives you what you want. It plucks at the heart strings in a very basic, obvious way, just like all their songs. It’s simple, it’s less than 2 hours long and it’s perfect.
A lot of people (read: various mentors, professors, bosses and older colleagues I’ve had) rejoice in what web 2.0 means for creatives.
“You can make a movie on your phone and upload it to YouTube and have it seen by millions of people!”
“You can record your bands entire album from your living room and put it out immediately!”
“Your words are on blogs and every genius thought you have is on Twitter!”
While I agree it should be considered an advancement in our cultural evolution that we are no longer bound by the standards of (let’s face it mostly white) men in suits to determine what art is and what popular culture will be. It is a good thing that we can have access to great pieces of art and music and film and writing without it being sanitized and monetized.