7/24/2008

Art, Porn and You! *Text::NSFW*


Multiple times in the recent past, people have seen some of my nude art paintings and felt 'scandalised' saying it was 'porn'. Now, these were drawings of naked men and women in a dignified pose oftentimes covering up in order to experiment with poses. Yet they would've found the art to have been vulgar.

This isn't a rare occurrence for many artists and photographers. It seems that while we have changed from the victorian ages but society has trouble with the segregation of porn and nude art. It's undeniable we're still going through the transition of purifying our minds from perversity that plagued us all since the middle ages; but it's very possible that there are factors in the modern world  which oppresses the growth of modern society.

The Media; screwing us up since 1938
Watching television has become a daily and global commodity in second and first world countries, having the opinions and point of views of companies, politicians, individuals and communities to all those with a screen. It's not that television can't be an entertaining diversion for most, it's the materialistic views squeezed between what you're actually watching called adverts. Adverts are placed in the last dwindling moments of one's attention spans with the sole purpose of printing a message from the creator of the advert into the eyes of the viewer. Often enough adverts display an attractive young man or woman scantily dressed showing off the product which invokes the desire of the viewers search for happiness, thinking that the product will bring him a step closer to everlasting happiness. For example, Axe Body Spray adverts show a man who; upon spraying himself with the product, has bikini-clad women chasing after John Doe. Perhaps the woman with a double-zero size eating Nutritious bars as a dieting scheme, attracting the looks of men after she sampled said nutri-bar.

Basically, 99% of all television owners who buy into adverts should be models with more than 5 members of the opposite sex bangin' them blind while inadvertently becoming successful billionaires.

Porn is always created with the intention of satisfying a sexual need on shorthand notice when you're to poor to afford a hooker (and Lord knows morality isn't an affecting factor, since you're beating your meat to what is essentially the broken dreams of a young girl with, you know, tits). Porn is basically material that is objectifying women as a sexual tool. In contrast, nude art is about portraying the human body appropriately. Portraying emotions, humility, the roots of human nature and beauty but I'm not rambling about physical beauty but rather beauty of the human body, appreciation for ourselves as a race, a species. We differentiate porn from nude art with little to no hassle. Does the media in question show off the woman as a walking vagina, or as a person? If you see a drawing of a woman with her legs spread above her head, panties round her ankle, two or so fingers placed firmly at her crotch and a look in her eye that makes weakens your knees, it is safe to say that what you're looking at is Porn. Smut. Filth. Soot. That's the difference between being an art collector, and a virgin with 60 gigabytes-worth of lesbian spanking infernos on his computer.

Culturally, you'll find a varying definition of porn and nude art. In America, sex is grand on television, a commodity in the bedroom, kinky in your brain but a taboo in public. I mean, God forbid children see nipples! Holy crap nipples make me sick. Gah. [/sarcasm] In Europe, being topless is acceptable, I mean, most people have nipples right? Nipples. In Africa, there are more human tits hanging out than there are of the entire population of animals on the continent. Now in the Middle East, we've got strippers who show their wrist. Holy tap-dancing chipmunks that is hot. It's really heating up under the collar [belt] here. Mmm. Additionally, we have Japan (I'm not going to comment on the rest of Asia), who are either the biggest perverts on the planet, or very clean-minded. I have yet to find the molestation rates of the country, if they're high; they're perverts, if not; they are Part-time Eunuchs.

Pro-tip; if you felt a little naughty when reading this article, you might be a smut-loving asshole that watches television.

7/22/2008

Hancock


Heh, when I went to see 21, one of the previews was that which was named Hancock. After repressing adolescent giggles at the title, curiosity took ahold of my sense of judgement. The advertising was good because it showed a lot of good things in the film.

Hancock is a movie that isn't a masterpiece nor a mediocre film. It's a film that aims for something new and revolutionary in superhero films, but in the end it just felt like a very detailed epilogue. I felt that after the film, I was content with the film and its presentation, but it was a little too vague as far as all the characters go. I guess it's a good thing because it didn't come off as too strong, but it was a little calm for any superhero lovers.

Yeah, having a new superhero is fresh but after the initial ass-kicking festival it melted down to an average story with a nice little twist. Alas that's it, bar the twist the story itself was too dragged out. 

The action sequences are nice and nearly invoked a little bit of envy when the piss-drunk, flying Will Smith busting out sarcastic remarks to the general cholesterol-soaked americans of LA.


Not much else to write I guess, I'll give you a number for your satisfaction. 8/10.