Let’s speak about that line of dialogue in. You know the one I’m speaking about.
“What is grief, if not love persevering?”
Man, the place to even begin?
Now that WandaVision is beginning to unfurl its wings — as an allegory on trauma, or the phases of grief — the road has come to exist as an ideal snapshot of the present as an concept, an idea, conceit, or no matter. You might think about this line on a poster. On a mug. A T-shirt. A sympathy card, an Instagram submit. It’s a line that matches completely into the constraints of a tweet.
It’s a line highly effective sufficient to ship the whole web right into a spiral.
It took roughly two hours for this second to run the Galaxy Brain gamut. First it was only a good line of dialogue. Then it was the best line of dialogue ever written by human arms — highly effective sufficient to have “every screenwriter whispering a reverent ‘FUCK’ under their breath.”
Then there was the inevitable backlash, which in and of itself became a meme. Endless on-line dunks on the above tweet, basically, which — contemplating the hyperbole — was most likely honest.
Then there was the backlash to the authentic backlash. Should we actually be dunking endlessly on those that discovered that means and luxury from a superhero present? Also honest.
Then a slight refining: Shouldn’t we use this complete web occasion as a chance to counsel “better” exhibits/books/motion pictures? (Maybe, however that is additionally a little condescending.)
It was a rapid-fire trainwreck. This course of took hours at most. And sooner or later within the course of this single line of dialogue — not Marvel as an organization, or a present, and even an episode of a present — advanced right into a direct referendum on how we really feel about [clears throat] all artwork and media produced within the twenty first century.
It’s absurd, clearly. But it is acquainted to anybody who even vaguely spends time on the web. An individual, occasion or film turns into a focus for dialogue and the web processes via that discourse with a refined, terrifying velocity. Don’t blink.
For that temporary second in time — per week, days or typically hours — that focus turns into the prism via which all dialogue is filtered. Literally nothing else issues apart from this single line of dialogue and the way it slots into our collective and particular person identities.
Because your take is not only a tackle whether or not or not the WandaVision line of dialogue was good or clunky or ham-fisted. It’s a tackle Marvel as an entity. And not simply Marvel, however a mirrored image of your opinion on how TV and movies exist as a medium in 2021.
It’s some universe inside a grain of sand shit.
Having an genuine, earnest tackle the road — or something for that matter — is simply step two or three of the galaxy mind meme. Those are rookie numbers. But even step 4 or 5 — making an attempt to course of it from a meta, chicken’s eye view — is a portal to the identical sort of insanity.
Even when making an attempt to flee the nightmare discourse you’re a part of it. This vortex that swallows all gentle and purpose.
And I do not actually know learn how to repair it. Given the state of social media, and the dialogue it promotes and rewards, this new Galaxy Brain means of speaking to at least one one other feels inevitable. It’s merely how we talk as a species. We climb upwards, within the infinite trying to find the take to finish all takes — as a result of that might look good as hell on a resume.
In an odd method it would not even matter what we’re speaking about. The line of dialogue, a film, an individual — no matter — it is only a proxy. An all-consuming nightmare reflection of how we devour cultural artifacts.
It’s truly actually bloody exhausting. The solely play is to not play.
I noticed one factor pop up on Twitter this week, a quote from the actor Mads Mikkelson. A couple of years again he went viral on Tumblr for the easy act of opening a bottle of vodka throughout a Rogue One press junket.
“You became a bit of a viral hit when you opened a bottle of vodka mid-interview at a press junket,” a journalist talked about, a yr later. “Are you aware of this?”
The reply was no. He was not conscious.
His reply: “I am simply not online.”