As I was grading papers yesterday afternoon, the Spawn came downstairs and we started talking about movies. She mentioned that in her class on the history of madness, they’ve been watching The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser. She said, “I understand that it’s a brilliant work of art, but, wow, it’s grim.”
“Yep, Werner Herzog,” I said.
“Do you think all the movies we’ll watch in there are going to be that depressing?”
“Well, I think one has an upbeat ending.”
“Why do they have to be so dark?” she said. “Well, other than the madness thing. I mean, I get that, but Jeez.”
“Why shouldn’t they be dark? Darkness is a part of things. Movies don’t have to have happy endings, you know.”
“Yeah, but you know what?”
“When everyone is being all grim and alienated and cynical, wanting to be happy is pretty punk rock.” And she went back upstairs.