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ALL PIXELS, NO PASSION

My friend Martha Bayles, the popcorn vendor, e-mails to recommend Edward Jay Epstein's new book, "The Big Picture" as an account of how the movie biz has sold its soul to the youth market. (Be honest: how many grown-up scripts have you come across lately? TV is streets ahead in that respect.) Venerable film critic David Thomson fears that the growing cult of animation will have equally toxic effects. If I've read his Independent article properly (his prose can be a little dense at times) he thinks young film-goers are so saturated in screen imagery that they've lost any lingering appetite for "real" life:

You may ask (and in many ways I want you to ask): but how could anyone ever accept or believe in a great love scene done in animation? Except that I think that question comes too late, because love scenes are exactly the kind of emotional crisis that the young audience now shrugs off. There is a way in which they have come to believe that action transcends all motivation, or the debate over it - let alone the feelings that might inspire it. It's a part of that new numb approach that is never impressed by acting, in that acting is usually an attempt to make you believe, to make you share the sincerity of characters and situations. Whereas maybe the new movie is just an opportunity to follow spectacular action - like driving in a simulated Grand Prix game (you may have a head-on collision, but you only lose points. Then you can start again, at full speed).

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