votemarvel said:
In regard to gender or race flipping of an established character, I honestly don't think people give the race of a person as much importance as it deserves.
James Bond. Idris Elba is a damn fine actor but you could not cast him as Bond and have the story be the same as if Daniel Craig was still in the role.
Bond is a product of the establishment and has had a pretty privileged upbringing. The problem is that the British Establishment is still considered to be highly racist, so while a black Bond would indeed still be a product of that establishment he would not have received the same treatment and upbringing as a white Bond. It would actually be very interesting to see how Bond would be changed by making him black.
The same holds true of Johnny Storm. I'm willing to bet that black Johnny gets pulled over a lot more by the police in his sports cars than white Johnny does. To say that wouldn't have an effect on the type of person he is, well it simply wouldn't ring true.
As to diversity in general for the media. It's a difficult one to be sure. When the bulk of your domestic market is white hetrosexuals, well it's easy to cater for as your main consumer base is seeing themselves represented and so you keep catering for them.
Part of this is the fantasy. The fantasy of imagining yourself up on that screen. That's easy to do when you see a more handsome or beautiful version of yourself in that role, but it does become much harder when the character deviates even a little.
One of my favourite characters in the Doctor Who universe is Captain Jack Harkness, but while I've imagined myself in the role of the Doctor many times, I've never done that for Captain Jack and I confess the reason for that is his sexuality. I just don't see myself ever being attracted to men in the way that Jack is.
What is strange is that when it comes to games, a far more interactive medium, I am the complete opposite. If given the choice I tend to play as the female character. If I play as the male I tend to make the choices I would make, but when playing as a women I find myself stopping to ask not what I would do but what the character would do. Pretty much the only reason I pushed myself through ME3 as the male Shepard was in order to romance Cortez.
Anyway I think I've speared way off topic here, so good night my fellow posters.
The problem is the assumption of a protagonist to begin with, Orange is the New Black for example. Most shows do not have this dynamic of fixation on one person for 90% of the time, and ultimately those shows tend to be B movie quality for that reason. They can be quality B movie esque experiences, charming (Doctor Who, the Mighty Boosh, etc) ... but it's not exactly Agatha Christie. Depending on the vehicle that might be for the better, but there is obviously a gulf in quality.
As much as I love Doctor Who... I'm not going to pretend otherwise.
Visibility is strength. It humanizes people who otherwise are slaves to ignorant presumption. Which is the good thing of diversity in media... decent portrayals are celebrated, bad ones condemned ... and producers pick up on that.
Broaching difficult topics is a basic element of honing an artform... not treading water. And this isn't a case of 'picking on artists' ... Whiteley and others would agree that art should be thrown in the trash if it cannot adequately reflect the 'contemporeality' of existence. Treading familiar ground, or skirting obvious flaws or missing hidden beauty merely expediates just how worthless one may find the experience in staring into its Night, that which suspended in the author's eyes.
This is why certain authors get immortalized, and why even more popular authors of their day left to ignorance by a changing world.
If you produce something worthwhile... take solace someone someday might get it. If you don't and choose not to, then where are your priorities and can you still look yourself in the eye in a mirror and call yourself an artist? (Yes, fuck you Andy Warhol ... you morally, intellectually, culturally bankrupt little shit...)
(Edit)True artists are like William Hogarth. Panned by critics and who spend a good chunk of their lives perfecting a singular portrait that even when technically unfinished ... their loving wife invited his critics and displayed it; "They said he could not paint flesh!" I'm surprised they haven't made a movie about him and his wife.
Anyways, The Shrimp Girl is probably the most celebrated British masterpiece in the visual arts and it's precisely about finding beauty in the common person. A pauper girl, at the fishmongers, flogging her wares. Likely reeking of the mundanities of her life. An unlikelier portrait subject as ever was one... Unfinished perfection and stands the test of time regardless because it shows us a glimpse into an artist's eye that found beauty, and ugliness, everywhere. In this case, true beauty. A message of transcendent loveliness in the everyday person, comprised of motion and joy, and the tireless nature of the human spirit to persevere in the face of common hardship.
Hogarth was nearly always a well-off engraver, print-maker, social satirist, painter, philosopher (he was kind of a polymath of aesthetics and political commentary) ... who managed to perfectly encapsulate and raise high a symbol of a commoner's life and make her
shine. There is no question that The Shrimp Girl is a noble, decent representation of the hard-working, perpetual poor of Billingsgate streets. Her sunburnt nose and cheeks from likely helping to work the waterways when collecting produce from ships, her natural grace born from years of managing scales and direct trade of crab with customers (as symbolized by the measuring pot), her practiced smile of attracting buyers and responding to clientele.
Someone who those others in his social class or higher would most likely sneer at for noisily hawking goods at them (or himself for that matter). Someone who those others in his socioeconomic class or higher may have missed entirely because their servants or assistants may have done such shopping errands in the area for them. Hogarth didn't ... and he made the world richer for not having done so by showing us the overlooked beauty of London's working class in the era that he lived in.
There's not a retail person that would look at her and not see a piece of themselves immortalized. Respected and honoured, and found
worthy of respect and honour by the artist.
If you don't or can't bother to find beauty in all elements of humanity that you observe ... or you pretend artists shouldn't even bother to try ... Then you shouldn't be talking as if you know art or artists. You're marketing. Which isn't bad on its ownsome, just don't pretend you know the answer to the next William Hogarth.
And yeah, before you ask ... this is probaby my favourite portrait of all. Not going to lie. I don't really consider myself an 'artsy' kind of girl, but Hogarth stuff I universally love.
(Edit of an edit) Not directing this comment at you, just that to reaffirm some things you wrote, but question some other bits, and provide direct representation of the argument. And particularly those people who pretend that you should only attempt to replicate or re-envision people within your usual demographics or the one you belong to. Corporate shills. I know, I am one. I know what they look like. The difference is I don't pretend to defend myself or my actions. I
own my conceits and values and I don't pretend to be riding a white horse in shining barding with a lance of
intellectual bankruptcy economic prudence.