Isn’t it weird, as a percentage, just how ugly humans are?
Certainly, there are those cursed to fall under that category all the time; but that’s not who I’m talking about at the moment. If you pause a DVD at any given point, the odds are good that it will be a highly unflattering portrait of one or more of the actors and actresses in the frame. Based on the impressions of every pause I see made, 99% of a film is probably unsuitable for cel printing! And this must be true even more so in real life: we don’t have the advantage of post-production.
But we don’t even notice. Walking around, I am even occasionally struck by the thought that people are, on the whole, pretty decent looking.
Is beauty movement, then? It would explain boredom. Literal or figurative stagnation fails to excite.
Is beauty simply normalcy? Many of the aforementioned pauses are on bits of talking, or sighing, or whatever else: the common theme being that they’re all en route to completion of an action. Perhaps it’s simply that we can’t cope with people frozen in time. When you start an action, you complete it. Stopping before finishing a sentence, say, just freezing dead – that produces a face so incompatible that it is no longer beautiful. It brings to mind the ever-present specter of death. Why is a child’s death so horrific? Or, really, why is any death not peaceful and in a bed so horrific? Because it leaves things UNFINISHE