As I was riding home this evening, I tuned into Classical
Radio on Sirius. Normally, I'm more inclined towards classic jazz, Christian
rock, or, in my more energetic moods, hip hop. But tonight, it was dark and
rainy, and I was in the mood for something more mellow and just happened to
stumble across this station.
The program playing was an old-time bank robber story with
the familiar, even cliché, gangsta and of course the melodramatic dames that go
along with the old movies and radio. But it was a not-unwelcome reverie of that
bygone era when clichés were okay, when men were men and women were women. And
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow and Down With Love are both
pleasant pastiche that take one back.
Though all of these call back to a time before my own, I
can still appreciate them, partially because I often watched older movies as a
child (and so they hold some nostalgia on that point) but also because they were
unabashedly fiction. It seems that real fiction is becoming increasingly rare in
the popular media.
Sure, we still have fiction, but what do you hear folks
talking about at the coffee pot or water cooler? How about Survivor,
Apprentice, the news, or "the game"? Even shows that aren't technically
non-fiction are essentially about everyday happenings or dramatizations of
them. Take as an example ER, House, the ubiquitous CSI, or
the even more ubiquitous Law and Order. What about the abundance of other
reality shows, crime dramas, self-improvement, home improvement, science,
history, etc.? And in literature, though it is admittedly losing some favor, the
most popular genre of late seems to be memoirs and other stuff that barely
passes for fiction, if fiction at all.
The media seem to have collectively lost their imagination.
There are a few shows that are welcome respites, such as Threshold and
Ghost Whisperer, and the SciFi Channel has a regular plateful of fiction,
although it is often, sadly, poorly done, with the notable exception of
Battlestar Galactica and, at times, the various flavors of
Stargate. Firefly and Farscape were both awesome, original
science fiction series, but both were canceled before their time, and from the
looks of it, Threshold will go the same way soon (why else do they
keep changing show times?).
But of course, the media aren't only the ones to blame.
They're at the mercy of popular sentiment; the money follows the eyeballs. So
the real question is whats wrong with us? Have we become so dull and
jaded that even our entertainment is nothing more than our reality?
I think this is indeed a symptom of our deadened
imaginations, imaginations that have been repeatedly quashed by our teachers and
the scientistic ideologues that inform our educational system; the ones who have
been forcing materialist dogma down our throats since early childhood.
After all, why should we expect anything more than reality if
thats all there really is? If I can't see it, touch it, smell it, taste it, or
hear it, it's not worth my time. Or at least thats what we've been taught to
believe, and now that dead view of reality is making itself painfully apparent
in our popular entertainment and literature, which should be our liveliest, most
imaginative relief from the banality of ordinary life.
The current state of the media is in the death throws of its
imagination, throwing people together in ridiculous circumstances and seeing how
they'll react or, rather, act. I'm at a loss for what do to about it. I
think all I can hope is that people will grow weary, as I have, of the pathetic
offerings that most of the media are dishing out today and throw their sentiment
in with more creative and imaginative outlets, forcing the majority media to
respond and give us back our collective imagination.
Yet there is hope, I think. The popularity of the Lord of the
Rings trilogy and, more especially, of Harry Potter are positive indicators.
Zathura and Narnia are welcome additions that I hope will
further spark the imagination of the younger audiences. One can only hope that
as that generation grows (one not far behind my own, I might add), there will be
a resurgence in demand for good fiction and we may yet save ourselves from this
post-fiction world, and maybe some of us who will soon be inheriting the world
can do our part to provide good fiction for our hungry and weary minds. The
world needs more Tolkiens, Lewises, and Rowlings.