Charlie Brooker's article in today's Guardian makes worryingly interesting reading for those interested in movies. In it he argues, correctly to this writer, that Hollywood's current climate of artistic complacency is broadly mitigated by the more wholesome diet (no pun intended) on offer from the television/games industry - witness, in the latter case, LA Noire: intrinsically, as if James Ellroy had penned a Mad Men episode then directed by Sam Fuller.
What is most striking about these recent offerings is their non-patronising attempts to engage and involve those who view/participate (in) them - they are not a replacement for A.N.Other reality but entertaining, challenging, commercially successful vehicles for artists of all persuasions who love what they do and who are bloody good at it - Hollywood should take note.
Congratulations to Terrence Malick on winning the Palme D'Or - which, like all good art, has split critics down the middle (no bad thing there then...).
