My beef is that American musicals take very fine story lines but them set them to the most schlock music.
The direct inverse of what, say, Italian opera does.
For which one can of course also complain.
Seems you are just saying movies in general cannot be art at all.
https://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/lists/17-rare-times-when-director-made-five-or-more-great-films-row
Very odd POV.
Musing on it, wonder why you think Kubrick's films were linked to a particular era.
To me (as to great directors quoted in my posts elsewhere here), they were more like the timeless works of Homer, Dante, Chaucer, etc etc than to 'the '60s and 70s.'
I let go when I left. Then declined efforts to get me back in.
But hilarious long episodes of self-inflicted stupidity in one's life provide vast humor in retrospect. And useful self-knowledge.
Can you not see the difference?
I don’t know if I will ever stop the complaining. Maybe randomly one day it will switch off. Stuff for me goes on until it vanishes in a puff of smoke.
Your life might benefit greatly if you could develop some sense of humor.
Mingled with bits of other positive perceptive things you do already possess.
See, e.g., https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Swift
How many people read Spencer’s The Faerie Queene today?
That seems a scant measure of the greatness of a body of work. Rather a marker of our own shortcomings, laziness, chosen ignorance.
Nobody gets it right all the time. You take on interesting difficult challenges, aim at the dartboard and throw, then see what sticks, and how near the bullseye.
I certainly don’t get it right anywhere near 100% of the time.
Do you?