25 Magnificent Modern Day Movie Illustrations

My Modern Metropolis compiles a list of 25 movie posters done in a retro/modern style. My personal fave is Ghost Busters, for what it’s worth.

Related: 50 Incredible Film Posters From Poland (the poster for Aliens always freaks me out, in a good way)

Art history with Glenn Beck

It can be a fun and very enlightening process to look at a painting or sculpture and “decode” the symbolism contained therein. We did this all the time in my art history classes and when done carefully, thoroughly, and responsibly, it not only fostered a deeper understanding and appreciation of the art in question, it often provided a unique window into the mores and traditions of societies now long gone.

But what Beck does reminds me less of art history class and more of those videos I watched in my high school youth group that “uncovered” the Satanic messages and symbols in the artwork of rock n’ roll records. “If you turn this Blue Öyster Cult album upside down, hold it at a 45° angle, and squint really hard, you’ll see that that tiny white blob in the corner is obviously a pentagram.”

At the 8:04 mark in the video, Beck references Mark 8:18a (“Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear?”). It’s one thing to have “eyes but fail to see”; it’s quite another to have eyes that only see what you want to see.

If you look hard enough, you can find almost anything you want in a piece of art: communist imagery, Christian imagery, Satanic imagery, etc. That doesn’t mean that that imagery is actually there, or that that is what the artist intended to communicate. (And it’s especially easy to miss that if you begin exchanging the facts surrounding the art that you’re “decoding” for rabbit trails and non sequiturs.)

An Israeli bride, Tanzanian albinos, and “sea gypsies”

If you haven’t checked out The Big Picture, then you’re missing out on one of the best photoblogs around, and the most recent entry is just further proof of that.

The focus is on three stories: an Israeli bride forced to renounce her citizenship and all family ties because she’s marrying a Syrian man; Tanzanian albinos who are murdered and butchered for their skin and body parts, which are used for luck potions and witchcraft; and so-called “sea gypsies”, a Malaysian ethnic group who spends most of their lives on the ocean.

The photos are stunning and even heart-breaking, especially those of the albinos.

Early Russian color photographs

This Flickr set contains some truly stunning photos taken by Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky as he traveled throughout Russia between 1909 and 1915 and captured what he saw in vivid color photography. It’s hard to believe that the photos—which are quite stunning—are nearly a century old. As one Flickr commenter said, they look like they’re HDR images.

Beauty and Desecration

Roger Scruton on the (post)modern age’s desecration and rejection of beauty:

At any time between 1750 and 1930, if you had asked an educated person to describe the goal of poetry, art, or music, “beauty” would have been the answer. And if you had asked what the point of that was, you would have learned that beauty is a value, as important in its way as truth and goodness, and indeed hardly distinguishable from them. Philosophers of the Enlightenment saw beauty as a way in which lasting moral and spiritual values acquire sensuous form. And no Romantic painter, musician, or writer would have denied that beauty was the final purpose of his art.

At some time during the aftermath of modernism, beauty ceased to receive those tributes. Art increasingly aimed to disturb, subvert, or transgress moral certainties, and it was not beauty but originality—however achieved and at whatever moral cost—that won the prizes. Indeed, there arose a widespread suspicion of beauty as next in line to kitsch—something too sweet and inoffensive for the serious modern artist to pursue. In a seminal essay—“Avant-Garde and Kitsch,” published in Partisan Review in 1939—critic Clement Greenberg starkly contrasted the avant-garde of his day with the figurative painting that competed with it, dismissing the latter (not just Norman Rockwell, but greats like Edward Hopper) as derivative and without lasting significance. The avant-garde, for Greenberg, promoted the disturbing and the provocative over the soothing and the decorative, and that was why we should admire it.


Of course, there were great artists who tried to rescue beauty from the perceived disruption of modern society—as T. S. Eliot tried to recompose, in Four Quartets, the fragments he had grieved over in The Waste Land. And there were others, particularly in America, who refused to see the sordid and the transgressive as the truth of the modern world. For artists like Hopper, Samuel Barber, and Wallace Stevens, ostentatious transgression was mere sentimentality, a cheap way to stimulate an audience, and a betrayal of the sacred task of art, which is to magnify life as it is and to reveal its beauty—as Stevens reveals the beauty of “An Ordinary Evening in New Haven” and Barber that of Knoxville: Summer of 1915. But somehow those great life-affirmers lost their position at the forefront of modern culture. So far as the critics and the wider culture were concerned, the pursuit of beauty was at the margins of the artistic enterprise. Qualities like disruptiveness and immorality, which previously signified aesthetic failure, became marks of success; while the pursuit of beauty became a retreat from the real task of artistic creation. This process has been so normalized as to become a critical orthodoxy, prompting the philosopher Arthur Danto to argue recently that beauty is both deceptive as a goal and in some way antipathetic to the mission of modern art. Art has acquired another status and another social role.

I don’t agree with everything Scruton writes—dismissing the entire rap genre as something whose “words and rhythms speak of unremitting violence, and which rejects melody, harmony, and every other device that might make a bridge to the old world of song” smacks of ignorance and naivete—but he does hit on some things that continually buzz around in the back of my mind regarding that which draws me to certain films, songs, and authors, how I personally evaluate, appreciate, and seek after beauty in art, and so on.