I had the good fortune to visit the Prado last year. It’s an amazing place. Visiting it made me a better person. But when it came time to redecorate my office this summer, it didn’t make me want to hang Old Masters paintings on my walls. I hung some pretty pictures of Athens that my daughter took on our vacation there instead.
Why? Because Old Masters paintings are terrific, they took tremendous talent and decades of training, and you can see something new in them every time you look — and that’s not what I want in a space where I have to crank out code. What I want is something that I can glance at and be removed from where I am — cranking out said code — and immediately go to my happy place, which is walking around Greece with my wife and kids. This should not take a lot of brain power. The fact that it doesn’t does not make me a philistine. It just makes me a human.
Movies are the same way. Sometimes you want to see a Scorsese film. And sometimes you want to see Iron Man kick some ass. Why? Maybe you just want to spend two hours being entertained without having to pull out the genius-level IQ, because you’ve been using that IQ all day cranking out code and you just want to give it a rest already. Or maybe you found refuge in comics as a kid, and watching the films takes you back there. None of those is the “wrong” reason to watch a film. What would be wrong would be insisting that there can be only one “real” kind of film, and that anyone who likes the other kinds is insufficiently discriminating. Just as it would be wrong to insist that everyone everywhere should take down the pictures of their kids and replace them with Goya’s black paintings.