Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Creativity or theft?

“Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.”- Dr. Laurence J. Peter

“Originality is undetected plagiarism.”- W. R. Inge

There is nothing original left. The world is too old; everything’s been done before. I have heard these lines and their varieties from family, teachers, and even random adults, all trying to warn me about being a writer. They claim that I can’t be a writer: there’s nothing left to write. As discouraging and unhelpful as they are, I still can’t find it in myself to blame them. After all, the world is 4.6 billion years old; and perhaps more relevantly, pretty much every movie and television show is either a remake of a much better movie or television show, a god-awful sequel to a somewhat decent movie, or a game/reality show that somehow manages to degrade humanity even lower. With such sleaziness and garbage passing as entertainment, creativity turns into a modern day Tinkerbell, as it hangs on because a precious few believe. (For the love of God, please clap.)

But what people fail to realize is the fact that creativity is as alive as ever, even though it appears to be in hiding. Creativity, in fact, abounds: if only because there is so much variety in stories today. There is really only one story: life. Take a breath. In that breath, the entire song of “Kumbaya” was proven true. All lives follow the same basic pattern: birth, joy, sorrow, maturity, love, friendship, family, and eventually death. (I’d really prefer not to quote Elton John, but it really is “The Circle of Life.”) There are over 6 billion people on this earth, and every one of them has the same basic experiences. Of course in some cases, certain elements are missing, but the framework is still there. The details change, but the story remains the same.

In order to be creative, one only has to focus on the details. Every person on earth is at a different part in their story, and because of that, their voices are unique. Because, after all, we are all snowflakes. (Hey, if I'm going to be cliche, I might as well go all out, right?) In all seriousness however, a different view point changes everything, even if it's the same story.


To those who still think I'm crazy, I offer one more piece of evidence. (Well, actually its my only piece, but...) Some of the best examples of literature, and art have been "stolen". Look at Shakespeare. (I'm not talking about whether or not he wrote the plays, it doesn't really matter.) He got many of his ideas for plots from earlier writers (see Romeo and Juliet) or history (see any of the historical plays and one of his best masterpieces Macbeth). Disney stole the vast majority of the plots for its movies from fairy tales. (To be fair they did sanitize them.) H.P Lovecraft took ideas from Poe who took ideas from earlier Gothic writers. Goethe took some elements of Faust from the Marlow play as well as the earlier fables that Marlow borrowed from. Borrowing from others was very common in the past, and yet, all of the examples I've given managed to make their own versions very different from the "original." That's really all creativity is: having something to say, even if it's been said, because some of the truest ideas are, and expressing it in a way that has never been done before. And that, I think, I can do.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Daydreams of the Ugly Duckling

I saw the movie Enchanted today. It was cute, and I was amused by it, even though all of my friends that have seen it thought it was idiotic. (I'm immature, what can I say?) But because the movie was all about fairy tales, it unearthed the part of me that's still 6 years old. I grew up with beautiful books and stories, but from a young age, I always preferred fairy tales. Not just the Disney ones, although of course I grew up watching Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and many, many others, countless times, (my favorite movie with a "princess" in it was Beauty and the Beast: Belle loved to read and she was a brunette; for a 5 year old that's a huge deal), but also the real fairy tales: the (somewhat) unsanitized tales of princes that fight gigantic ogres with terrifyingly bad breath, the beautiful princesses who were sometimes in league with witches and demons, the youngest sons of farmers or woodcutters who were somehow the bravest and the strongest and the kindest in the land who always win in the end, the mythical creatures in the equally mythical and mysterious, dangerous, dark forests, and the entire magical world. I adored fairy tales. I read everyone I could find. The library of my elementary school, had the entire collection of Andrew Lang's Fairy Books (The Blue Book, The Red Book, The Green Book, The Yellow Book, the Violet Book, The Chartruese Book, The Salmon Book, etc. ...) and I read all of them at least two times. (I also read and reread and reread and reread Hans Christian Anderson and the children's version of the Brother's Grimm.) Back then (and, alright, now) fairy tales were my only means of escape from a cruel and inhospitible world, and they very quickly became my reality. There are no divorces in fairy tales. Young girls who have sad and lonely childhoods grow up to be the most beautiful women in the world, whom everyone adores. The ugly duckling always becomes the swan. She has to; that's the way it's written. I began to see the world in terms of good and evil, with the strictest ethics that I learned from my books. But at the same time, they taught me that even the lowliest was capable of the greatest good; that even I was capable of good. Fairy tales have their own view of justice: the evil die or are horribly punished, while the good get their happily-ever-afters. I saw that in my books, and I dreamed that it would somehow get applied to the real world. I guess I still do. But more so then the justice, and the safety, I retreated into stories for the wonders they possessed. In fairy tales, the mundane and supernatural walk together like twin brothers. And just like twins, sometimes you don't know which is which. The supernatural becomes mundane and the mundane becomes something supernatural. In fairy tales wonderful, beautiful, magical, miraculous events take place every day. I don't regret my reclusion into fantasy; it gave me so much more that reality never could. It awakened in me a great sense of wonder, for somewhere, everywhere, there was something fantastic happening, even if I couldn't see it. They made me search my back yard and the nearby park for leprechauns. Fairy tales allowed me to see the magic that I desperately needed; and they taught me to cherish every living thing, for life has a magic of its own, far more powerful than any spell. They made me into the idiotically optimistic person I am today. For a time I recanted my beliefs in fairy tales: those years were the hardest and saddest in my life. I've grown older and become this strange girl-woman hybrid, and now I can see the beauty and the truth in my old daydreams. Crutch for reality they may be, but fairy tales only add hope, wonder and magic to this world: things we need more than we know.
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. "-G.K. Chesterton
Kathleen, the (ex?) Disney Princess