A very conspicuous hole is being left in the wake of so many film and music creators and contributors passing away recently. Where an equally talented and spirited thinker should be stepping up as successor to these empty thrones, there sits no one. The charisma, star quality, artistic genius, and quality of material in the entertainment industry have left much to be desired. The wells of “old school” heart and appreciation for the arts in their purest forms are running dry. Can you remember the last time someone was deemed a true legend? Who, in this millennial generation, can be thought of as a replacement for any legends recently lost? Take David Bowie and Prince for instance. And who would be chosen for Wes Craven? For Joan Rivers or Whitney Houston? There is a noticeable decline in the originality of the work produced in the 21st century. Everything comes from a book, is a sequel or reboot, or has been auto-tuned to the point of sonic anguish. With so many advancements in technology, the amount of labor expended to create and mold a sound or image has become minuscule, especially in comparison to the time-consuming effort involved in much earlier times. These conveniences minimize the need for one to do their homework in regard to the art being created. An immersion in information builds passion and gratitude that is translated in the work produced. In this world of billions, sounds and images are being shared with the young. From decades past, from the inception of that particular style, this history is planting the seeds of inspiration.
What we now need is a resurgence of enthusiasts for the countless filmmakers and musicians currently struggling because they care little about the bottom line and would die for their art. The kind of artists and supporters who aren’t working for likes, shares, or downloads, but rather because they’ve devoted everything to creating and nothing else will feel the same. We need more people who love their work as if it were a best friend or child, who’ll protect it from artificiality and insincerity. And, who will press every allowable ounce of passion into it so that audiences get palpable waves of the soul expended to create it. Blockbuster ticket sales and Platinum status have become more important than quality of content, with marketability reigning supreme over substance. While music and film production companies do exist that want to create genuine art, they are relegated to the background because they aren’t afforded the same funding, connections, or air time as more capital driven brands. It’s companies like IFC Films, Concord Music Group, and Click Play Films . trying to return content and quality to the production industry. There’s still hope for entertainment. What it needs to flourish, as it has in the past, are curators and audiences not willing to settle for the latest trend or the easiest moneymaker. What it needs, is a hero with a young mind and an old soul.