We recently received this email from one of our readers
and, guessing right away by its length and lack of profanity that it was from
a copywriter and not an art director, our initial response was to send it back
for revisions (Make it shorter! Edgier!) instead we are posting here in its
entirety:
OPEN LETTER: A Plea For Positivism
Hey, guys, can we stop cannibalizing ourselves?
Many of the comments from the past couple of weeks have been
real downers. In particular, the one calling for censorship of Mr./Ms.
Jiminy Kritic borders on fascism.
We all know things are tough; and when work is scarce and
money is tight, fear always rears its ugly head and things can
get awful nasty in a hurry (think of '30s Germany for an extreme
example).
So, don't be an Internet Nazi. If you don't like
someone's comment ignore it, call them out on it, disagree with
it, but don't ask for the writer to be exiled to the blog gulag.
The most positive thing I've gotten out of this forum is a
sense of community, i.e., that I'm not the only self-unemployed freelancer
affected by the economic slowdown. That's helped tremendously. Constant
carping/self-loathing/in-fighting does nothing but erode the spirit.
Look, we'll always have hacks. For very Da Vinci or
Rembrandt there were hundreds of lesser lights. For every Chris
Nolan there are a dozen Michael Bay's. No creative person
exists in a vacuum - especially in the commercial sector.
Let's take the criticism of Ignition's painterly Precious
poster. Obviously the client wanted arty art to make the film feel
different. And while it would have been nice for anyone involved in the
project to cop to the fact they borrowed heavily from that unsung the Polish
poster artist, anyone who's been in a museum or taken an art history class
knows that artist knows Francis Bacon's work. And while I too decry
laziness in concept/design, we all know the job of marketing folks (like
ourselves) is to attempt to come up with arresting commercial images
(hopefully, while not be arrested for it).
Let's examine for a moment all the criticism directed at
hack du jour, Michael Bay. As far as I know, Bay hasn't
been holding a gun to film executives' heads. Yet,
they seem to hire him constantly and throw millions his way, probably because
his films bring in billions. And while I personally ignore his work, the
zeitgeist demands escapism: silly romantic comedies, super-hero-laden /video
game-based/ graphic novel-inspired flicks, heartwarming animated films, horror
porn, franchise films, tent-poles productions and puerile teen humor/wasted
weekends fluff to name a few popular genres.
The upside for is - we have product to work on. We
have to hold our noses most times, but, look, it’s better than picking up road
kill in summer in West Texas. If you don't get to work on the
domestic campaign, there's still the International, or TV or DVD projects. It's
work, folks; lets not bite the hand that grudgingly feeds us.
Plus, don't forget that not very long ago there were
art-house divisions at all the majors. And while the pendulum will
probably never swing back that far again, movies of substance and quality sneak
in from time to time (think The Hurt Locker) and certain clients DO
occasionally take risks on "outside-the-box" art. And if a
project like that makes money, bar the door Katie, every studio will want
a Juno!
In sum, let's be a bit more positive. May I humbly suggest
that Edwina run a once-a-month item on the especially cool pieces of work that
have hit the theatre lobbies, streets, airwaves or magazines? Not
everyone will agree with the choices (like the Joan Rivers poster, for example)
so feel free to send in your own suggestions - even if it's your own
work.
It was pleasant to read the positive responses to A Piece of
Work. It would be equally nice to see agencies, individuals, even (shudder)
marketing suits singled out & praised for taking a chance and turning out
clever, eye-catching work (not making a reference to Saw 3-D here :). Kudos are welcome by anyone, anytime. And hopefully, all of us will
come away from this blog feeling less dirty.
I remain,
Cheery