There's this one
immature girl on this
MUD I'm on - she's an
actress and has spouted off some of the most meaningless gibberish I've ever read, passing it off as
poetry. I was half-tempted to tell her to see
Woody Allen's
Bullets Over Broadway just for the scenes involving the
playwright who'd written a single play which no one understood and since no one would finance it, the play was taken up by the group as a wronged
masterpiece. As
John Cusack points out late in the film,
it's crap that has been labelled art.
Everything in life is subjective and everyone's entitled to their own opinions, however, creating a jumbled mess of anything and trying to pass it off as art is ridiculous and insulting. The artist Jackson Pollock isn't understood by all audiences, but at least his splashes of paint are strewn about in patterns. When someone first painted a canvas white and submitted it as art, it was witty and clever, but when others tried to follow that, it became a joke. In the end, it's all a matter of taste, but if the work itself is tasteless, then the majority of the audience will respond with the title of this node.