Ok, I cheated a little and discussed this with my co-workers. First off, I know full well you've given me a fool's errand, because it is impossible to define something objectively when it's based off of something as subjective as art.Grey Day for Elcia said:Alrighty, here's a little demonstration: without using a single subjective example and without including any opinion at all, explain why Twilight is objectively bad. You've stated it numerous times, so surely you can prove it, yes?Signa said:Oh, and congratulations for failing to evolve the discussion, and instead pretend I can't understand simple English. Yes, OBVIOUSLY I don't know what personal taste means, and so I'm arguing with you. That must be it.
This should be good.
I was going to start by trying to define what art is, because that basis is the crux of my argument. However, I think going into that is pointless because your argument seems to hinge on the fact that personal taste will change the way art is perceived by a person, and therefore "bad" art can not be bad because someone else might actually like it. As I see it (and ultimately why we are even having this argument), a person can still enjoy bad art. In fact, I consider myself somewhat of a connoisseur of bad art. MST3K is one of my favorite shows, and unbelievably so, I voluntarily subjected myself to 8 hours of Lil Mama's Lip Gloss on repeat for professional reasons. Personal taste no longer applies to me in defining bad art, because I actually enjoy a lot of it, because it is awful.
So why is Twilight bad art you ask? Because art is constantly imitating itself. Twilight itself is nothing more than a copy of other works from Dracula (vampires) and Romeo and Juliet (forbidden lovers). What happens to Twilight in 20 years? 50? 200? People will remember it as nothing more than a fad during this time period. There won't be other works building off of the idea of sparkly vampires. At least not ones that will be taken seriously.
So you might think I'm basing my argument off of other works of art; a subjective measuring system? No, not really. The reason why those arts have survived the test of time is because they were in fact, good. If art can't be bad, then it can't be good, because neutral-to-good isn't really a scale. If it can't be either bad or good, then all art from those periods would still be around today in some form being copied or studied. If I knew of some examples of other works that were released along side Shakespeare's, I'd list them here. But I don't know any, and the reason for that is they just weren't good enough to be remembered, or in other words, bad art.
Which brings me to why art is subjective in the first place. It's subjective because of the interpretation of the viewer (personal preference, part of your argument) AND the intent of the creator. You and I could be walking in an art museum discussing art, and if we came across the cliche box of shit, we both could have opposite reactions. You might recoil in horror while I might say "what an interesting piece on rampant consumerism in America!" The thing is, unless it was part of an exhibit, chances are that box of shit was just a bum taking a dump and we walked into it. Just because I found artistic expression in a box of shit doesn't make it art, nor was it good art to begin with. As art, an empty box would have made the same statement on consumerism while still adding an extra level of depth by showing the emptiness of such pursuits. At least if an empty box was art, making it smell like shit isn't going to make it better.
With Twilight, I'm not convinced that Stephanie Mayer had any sort of expression in mind when writing her book. One of my co-workers said he heard that she was told to start writing when she was depressed and Twilight is what happened. That at least excuses a lot of the masturbation accusation I made earlier, but what happened was no more intentional than a bum crapping in a box. It was something that had to happen, and the fact that people liked that turd was just coincidence. But because that coincidence happened, we are now forced to acknowledge it as art, despite the reason it was made in the first place. I'd be willing to grant it similarities to a child's finger painting, where an amateur artist created something amateur for the sake of creating something, but unlike a finger painting, Stephanie never evolved her style. A child might take those blobs of color and turn one into a tree-shaped blob, and eventually make a happy tree with Bob Ross. Stephanie was happy just smearing as much paint around because every time she did she was handed a lollipop for it.
With Twilight, I'm not convinced that Stephanie Mayer had any sort of expression in mind when writing her book. One of my co-workers said he heard that she was told to start writing when she was depressed and Twilight is what happened. That at least excuses a lot of the masturbation accusation I made earlier, but what happened was no more intentional than a bum crapping in a box. It was something that had to happen, and the fact that people liked that turd was just coincidence. But because that coincidence happened, we are now forced to acknowledge it as art, despite the reason it was made in the first place. I'd be willing to grant it similarities to a child's finger painting, where an amateur artist created something amateur for the sake of creating something, but unlike a finger painting, Stephanie never evolved her style. A child might take those blobs of color and turn one into a tree-shaped blob, and eventually make a happy tree with Bob Ross. Stephanie was happy just smearing as much paint around because every time she did she was handed a lollipop for it.