Works of any artistic branch: literature, music, cinema, fine arts…what once enamored you as a younger, possibly less sophisticated person, that you later changed your mind about?
Cinema: As a teenaged, stoner deadhead, I thought the apex of cinematic artistic statements was (ahem) “Easy Rider.” I just thought it was the coolest, most stunning film EVER. A few years ago, I happened to rent it. I wasn’t even sober at the time (in fact I felt compelled to take a few tokes before hitting “play”.) But watching it again after so many years, I realized it was a plotless, pointless and just basically dull bit of self-indulgent tripe. To say that Peter Fonda (whom I must admit I had kind of a crush on) was wooden is an insult to wood. Dennis Hopper was just irritating. (By the end, I was rooting for the two of them to get offed.) The entire movie has a tone of somber, self-importance, and Hopper & Fonda want to say “something…IMPORTANT” about America in the 1960s, but apparently can’t think of anything to say but “wow, man!”
Literature: I first read “Wuthering Heights” in college (15 years ago). At the time I was blown away at the ferocity between Heathcliff & Cathy, and the book seemed utterly what I imagined a ‘romance novel’ could or would be like. I re-read it a few months ago, and thought “meh.” I still think it’s a good book, but not necessarilly a GREAT book. And at the risk of sounding bombastic, I’ve had enough life experience to realize that all-consuming, ferocious, life-shattering romances tend to be delusional, fizzle out quickly, and you eventually look back on them and think “what the hell was going through my head?”
Art: M.C. Escher prints. I chalk my fascination with Escher up to that stoner period I mentioned above. In reality, his prints are obvious, not especially deep or moving, and just plain gimmicky.
music: “Bitches Brew” by Miles Davis simply doesn’t hold up as well as “Sketches of Spain” or “Kind of Blue.”
What have you changed your mind about as you got older?