I can present a good case that the more you know how to do a thing ‘well’ – the worse you can get at it.
I am defining ‘well’ as more technologically advanced.
Or more polished.
Or more expert.
Or more experienced.
Or ‘cleverer’.
Willy Wonka.
I watched Jonny Depp being Willy Wonka recently.
Yeah; he was OK. (I’m being kind there).
But he’s no Gene Wilder.
That mad-eyed, unpredictable force that just makes me light up as I think about him.
His mischief is just amazing.
It’s a Wonderful Life
Can you imagine if someone decided to remake Frank Capra’s ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’?
You know what – it does not even register with me as an idea.
It cannot be done.
Kes
Kes.
Remade.
Because cameras are better (or some other technological somethingorother).
Err, no.
Sentimental?
And I am not being sentimental.
I am talking about unique moments in time that were brilliant then because they happened then.
And because they could only have happened then.
Imagination
And I am also taking about things that we all have – now – and that we always have had.
Things that the passing of time does not touch.
In fact, the passing of time can actually kill them.
Imagination.
Creativity.
Love.
Ideas.
Shit; to lose any of them is frightening for me.
We – and our children – NEED these things.
A world without them? Replaced by steely technological cleverness and formulaic approaches?
Now that does give me the willies.
