Today, I respond to another viewer’s claims: "Once again, Bakshi proves himself to be a larger than life figure capable of creating thought-provoking entertainment that’s dirty and has heart." Agent Palmer’s report is right: Bakshi created grimy, intellectual art. The heart is dirty. Notwithstanding the fact that not every dirty thing possesses heart, the critical detail here follows; Bakshi might be among the last producers of quality in this modern day.

I feel quality programming is going the way of the do-do.

Magazines and media companies thinned out their writing teams. Everything’s about sex, as competently explained in another good show, Station X. Most moments are digital now. And since everyone’s got a hi-fidelity camera with video and audio, there’s content coming out for every grain of salt in the Dead Sea. If we follow the logic of the law of big numbers, the average of a large data pool leads to its true value, if there is one.

How optimistic.

This blogger’s hot take: the average of today’s content is suboptimal. And as art reflects life, while life imitates those very arts, you got today’s society looking bleaker than ever. I don’t mean the regular doomsday drivel, either. I mean people are tasteless. Downright boorish. No one’s read a book without trying to sell you a course via Instagram Reels, a non-FDA approved Molotov of “good for you” vitamins, or inarticulate rambling to slowed instrumentals promising that ever-absent ingredient: motivation. Well, today’s state of content motivates me to ramble in text for magic internet money. Maybe I’m no better, despite the eloquence of my tangents.

Why I Reviewed An Artist's Controversial Work

Bakshi made quality stuff that’s controversial. The controversy doesn’t label Bakshi, though. I pray that dissidents see reason: the controversy exists long after and did long before the artist’s perspective.

What the content ought to provoke is action. What did you disagree with? What held true despite the negative devices? Once your argument’s locked and loaded, don’t just shoot the messenger that is Bakshi! Challenge the system, fight the man, and stand up for what you believe in, especially if ninety minutes of animation and acting fired you up enough to verbally spar with someone.

Don’t think what they said about certain people is true? Explore how much of an ally you are. Don’t like the vulgarity of language let off, even for the arts? Explore the etmology of certain language as it relates. Take care that such language never leave your mouth to reach another’s ears and use better to share your perspective on what makes a difference.

If you don’t, you could leave it up to yours truly and the Bakshi’s of the world, to continue trumpeting the tune of their own horns because that is life’s call to action, my fair reader.

The Film Streetfight (1975) Is So Bold, I'm Using The Alternative Title

In addition, good writing is evergreen.

A host introduces and closes the show Spicy City (1997). In her ceremony, Raven whispers with rhetoric in the style of Beyond Belief’s Jonathan Frakes. The pilot episode, produced by a team prior around 1997, may as well have aired yesterday. Read on for the almost prophetic prose and thinking.

It takes a true connection to spark in each of us that special glow… Some say it’s a delusion, a digital dream, but is it always the masquerade it seems or could it be a brave new world, where people are judged only by the beauty of their character?”

How astute. It appears even within his works, which did employ the support of many others mind you, a parry lays in wait for those that might rebuke him for the emotions charged by Streetfight (1975).

Keep Dreaming Or Wake Up?

Well? Could it be? Could a brave new world exist, where people are judged only by the beauty of their character? Experiences tells this writer ideals are not achieved in a day or week. As beauty lies within so does its opposition. People are quick to judge, anger and lamentation. Slow do we move to kindness, gratitude, or praise. Negativity checks positivity, filth to art, quality to mediocrity. Anywhere, anytime someone cuts a corner, cheapens their experience in a relative measure of value, we pull the door to the new world closer shut. For what it’s worth, I may continue to look at the content of the past for places like Spicy City, because today tastes acrid.