Damn good movie binge. Weird selection of movies, but none of them were bad. I managed to enjoy all of them, albeit to different degrees.
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I am finally reading Oscar Wilde 'The Picture of Dorian Gray', and I find it tediously pretentious in its opulent vocabulary. I tried to comprehend what exactly it is that annoys me, besides Lord Henry being a gloating squandering self-entitled seducing prick, and, in my opinion, I narrowed it down to the fact it's... shallow. In its ornate language, in its countless witticism, I find absolutely nothing of value, and the more profound they seem to be, the more devoid they are of substance. It's so apparent I thought it was intentional, a parody of back then English novels, but, from what I know about Oscar Wilde, it's not, it's exactly the way he conducted himself, in numerous meaningless witticisms. The way I look at it, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' became the 19nth century English novel his characters mocked in his work, inverted yet still a cautionary tale told in exasperating ostentatious language.
To conclude, allow me to pen a witticism after Wilde, in that there is no better way to learn the real value of aestheticism than to read the works of its followers.
To conclude, allow me to pen a witticism after Wilde, in that there is no better way to learn the real value of aestheticism than to read the works of its followers.