Oh, look… June! And there was something I was forgetting… ah, right: those thirty posts I write every year in June. That again. For the fifth year in a row I’m back to a month of daily blogging: each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be about something that I’ve:
Call it getting older, or whatever, but there was something that resonated with me in that recent so-called scandal that erupted over some comments made by actor Simon Pegg recently about the dumbing down of culture.
In an interview that was published a couple weeks ago he was quoted as saying “Obviously I’m very much a self-confessed fan of science-fiction and genre cinema. But part of me looks at society as it is now and just thinks we’ve been infantilised by our own taste.”
Which of course made the internet explode for a few hours. Nerd rage. Love it. Hate it. Just don’t try to explain it.
But you know what? I kinda have to agree with Pegg. And in a well-written blog post Pegg fleshes out a neatly reasoned article about how our unquenchable group thirst for the rejuvination of the shiny objects of our pop-culture childhood has made art into a kind of late-80s-style glowing smear of dumb.
Yet after a while, as guilty as I am as the rest of us of clawing to recapture those long lost moments of my life, I’ve started to hear the hollow echo of it all a little bit more clearly. It’s the culture equivalent of a bag of Doritos: and I’ve pretty much given up eating that crap, too.
I’m a fan and I’ll long be one. And for the record, only a true fan would call out the drivel and decline of something he loved. So, I don’t find Pegg’s commentary pretentious: it is call for a maturing of taste at a buffet filled with little more than doughnuts and gummy bears. It’s a loss of that youthyness, and a seeking of something richer and more filling.
I’ll keep looking. I’ll tell you if I find it.