So I'm watching a clip from a (supposedly) classic movie (I say supposedly because I'd never heard of it before, and I've at least heard of most classics), and there in the middle of it -- hey, frontal nudity! And not slightly-concealed-with-artistic-lighting nudity either, but smack-out-in-front-of-you, look-at-that-nipple nudity. And I keep watching because I'm hoping there's an emotional payoff -- but no. It was completely gratuitous, one of those "Let's show the boob because we're brave artists" moments, instead of just suggesting the sexuality, which frankly would have been a lot more powerful and had much more of an emotional impact. It's the difference between showing the stabbing and showing the shadow of the stabbing; the latter makes you jump out of your chair while the former just grosses you out. I don't understand the need to show every little detail in the name of art; it seems to me that if you give your audience even just a little credit, they'll get what you're going for. And if someone doesn't get it, hopefully they have someone who can explain it to them. Playing to the overt sensibilities of the oblivious consumer only serves to cheapen the art form -- and that goes for books, too. Tell me a character's emotional state and I'll probably believe you. Make me work a little for it, however, and I'll actually take it in.
"Artists." Whattaya gonna do?