I’ve watched several films lately. We’re going to cancel the cable tv in our house, so I’ve been spending a little more time on streamers than channels. There is a sort of greater truth hidden in the fact that the more channels you have, the less chance of finding anything to watch. We have access to everything, now, does that create a sort of paralysis? Is that why so many of us spend so much time on social media sites? Do we spend hours on TikTok because their algorithm decides what we’ll watch, and not us? With these apps, we are mostly passive consumers, we eat what is put in front of us.

Is that why it’s so hard to find something to order at restaurants with 15 page menus? I have grown accustomed to asking the servers what the best thing is, and just get that. Who would know better than the server? Is that the human version of scrolling through the social media algorithm? In the presence of too many options, they decide what I’ll like for me.

Anyway. The Monuments Men is one of the best movies I’ve seen, or at least one of the movies I’ve liked the most. Those 2 categories are different. Radiohead’s Kid A is a great album, and I just hate it. If I ever hear one note of it again, it won’t be because I chose to. It’ll be because I ended up in a place that would, and I’ll be looking for an excuse to leave immediately. But I really love every Alkaline Trio album, and probably none are what a critic might call “great.” I love Point Break, but Citizen Kane is a “great,” important film.

I think Monuments Men is both. It’s based on a true story, concerning the value of art in our lives, in our world, and the lengths aware, intelligent people will go to preserve all of it (even the pieces they surely don’t like.) It’s beautiful and I loved every second of it.

George Clooney directed and acted in it, and if I’m honest, I’d watch anything in which he has any part. He’s gorgeous and has all the charm and likability. I’d like to play basketball or go on a road trip with him.

I have a very great friend who was seeing a boy, who isn’t a nice person. He’s not a nice person to her, or anyone else. But there is a pattern that is difficult to understand. He has 4 children (3 mothers) whom he does not see or support financially, has spent more time in jail than out, is a violent substance abuser, and has a line of women (whether it is romantic, or sisters and cousins and a mom who all go to extraordinary lengths to enable his poor behavior) waiting to be the next to be mistreated by him. Without exception, they are mistreated and wait by the door, just in case he would choose to do it again. It’s very strange.

If he looked like George Clooney, I might understand. He doesn’t. If he acted like, or had the boundless charisma of George Clooney, I might understand. He doesn’t. If he were both, I would certainly understand, but he is neither. It’s very strange.

James Franco makes movies that usually aren’t very good, he’s not too handsome or talented or likable, and he has a solid career. He continues to make movies. Same phenomenon. Why would we continue to stand in line, to pay money to watch James Franco movies? Very strange.

But maybe the James Franco analogy really doesn’t hold up. He isn’t hurting us, isn’t manipulating us, isn’t abusing us. He’s just making bad movies. And maybe you think they’re not bad movies. Maybe you don’t like Point Break. That’s the wonder of artistic expression, and it’s why we’d fight and die for the right to create, regardless of our personal tastes. We live in a culture where the diversity of thought and opinion is awesome, where difference doesn’t subtract, it adds exponentially. We’re a better world with James Franco movies than without. (I can’t believe I just wrote that last sentence.) We don’t simply tolerate each other, we appreciate, we love each other. We hold hands and dance to wildly contrasting types of music, types of music that would not get along if they met at a party. But this isn’t a party, it’s our lives, and everybody belongs.

(Except maybe that guy my friend was dating. At least not until he stops damaging everybody he sees on purpose. Then, he’s more than welcome to come in and make himself at home.)