Part 1
A couple weeks back it was time to make a routine purge of my movie collection. My modest shelf was full, and what with some great new releases coming up, space had to be made for more. I pulled two off the shelf:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0277434/
and
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0389722/
Both non-keepers, I thought. Decent films I felt I liked about equally but which for different reasons had to be let go.
We Were Soldiers features some good action which was meant to shock, but Rambo 4 has made it look tame since. Mel Gibson gives a sort of St. Crispian’s Day speech. It doesn’t come off as all that inspiring. I think Mel is upstaged by Sam Elliott, a Lee Marvin clone with a stronger character and only a handful of lines.
30 Days of Night has a stunning premise and an unexpected ending. It isn’t executed very well. The film’s pacing makes it seem more like 30 Minutes of Night. You just don’t get that despairing sense of having to persevere against a horde of vampires from Eastern Europe in Alaska for a winter month. And the suspense is nowhere. Five stars for concept, two stars for partway delivering on it.
Long story short, I had this terrific “cognition” that I liked both films about the same (not terribly) so I could comfortably sell them both. I did so without further hesitation.
Some philosophical remarks on this cognition.
1. Two weeks ago, at the time of the cognition, it occurred to me that it _just couldn’t be wrong._ It was absolutely certain: sure as anything could be. I like to think I’m in passably close touch with my own tastes in film. Anyway, how could I make a mistake about something so private and subjective? As an analogy, if I feel I have a pain in my tooth, then I have a toothache, right? How the heck could I be wrong about that? So how could I be wrong in my feeling that I liked both films equally well?
2. I might like to think that I am my own authority on the content of this cognition. How dare anybody suggest that I don’t know what I like! How dare anyone presume to “invalidate” me! You might as well tell me my favourite flavour of ice cream isn’t pistachio or something. Yes, about my own tastes in film, MY judgement is ABSOLUTE.
A couple weeks back it was time to make a routine purge of my movie collection. My modest shelf was full, and what with some great new releases coming up, space had to be made for more. I pulled two off the shelf:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0277434/
and
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0389722/
Both non-keepers, I thought. Decent films I felt I liked about equally but which for different reasons had to be let go.
We Were Soldiers features some good action which was meant to shock, but Rambo 4 has made it look tame since. Mel Gibson gives a sort of St. Crispian’s Day speech. It doesn’t come off as all that inspiring. I think Mel is upstaged by Sam Elliott, a Lee Marvin clone with a stronger character and only a handful of lines.
30 Days of Night has a stunning premise and an unexpected ending. It isn’t executed very well. The film’s pacing makes it seem more like 30 Minutes of Night. You just don’t get that despairing sense of having to persevere against a horde of vampires from Eastern Europe in Alaska for a winter month. And the suspense is nowhere. Five stars for concept, two stars for partway delivering on it.
Long story short, I had this terrific “cognition” that I liked both films about the same (not terribly) so I could comfortably sell them both. I did so without further hesitation.
Some philosophical remarks on this cognition.
1. Two weeks ago, at the time of the cognition, it occurred to me that it _just couldn’t be wrong._ It was absolutely certain: sure as anything could be. I like to think I’m in passably close touch with my own tastes in film. Anyway, how could I make a mistake about something so private and subjective? As an analogy, if I feel I have a pain in my tooth, then I have a toothache, right? How the heck could I be wrong about that? So how could I be wrong in my feeling that I liked both films equally well?
2. I might like to think that I am my own authority on the content of this cognition. How dare anybody suggest that I don’t know what I like! How dare anyone presume to “invalidate” me! You might as well tell me my favourite flavour of ice cream isn’t pistachio or something. Yes, about my own tastes in film, MY judgement is ABSOLUTE.


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