{"id":59218,"date":"2020-11-04T01:00:37","date_gmt":"2020-11-04T06:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=59218"},"modified":"2022-04-07T09:36:42","modified_gmt":"2022-04-07T13:36:42","slug":"qotd-the-dangers-of-breaking-the-fourth-wall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2020\/11\/04\/qotd-the-dangers-of-breaking-the-fourth-wall\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: The dangers of breaking the “fourth wall”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Those are the givens. It doesn’t matter how ludicrous they are, so long as you don’t break your own rules.<\/p>\n

Note that the rules can be broken from either side, the spectacle’s or the audience’s. Movies these days are most often guilty of the former, while rasslin’ bankrupted itself doing the latter. The last Star Wars<\/em> movie I saw, for instance, was the first one with Girl Luke. It broke its own in-universe rules by having Girl Luke do everything Luke did, minus the training and effort and self doubt. She was just instantly awesome at everything, because grrrl power, and now that franchise is in the process of bankrupting (oh God, let it be so, and soon!) the entire Disney empire. Rasslin’ first tried to fool the “smart marks,” then went the nudge-nudge wink-wink route \u2014 both fatal to the suspension of disbelief for the majority of fans, who were still operating under the old contract.<\/p>\n

Under the old contract, “wrestling fan,” like “Star Wars<\/em> fan” or “Schwarzenegger movie fan” or what have you was a temporary identity. You went to the spectacle to put your real<\/em> self aside for a few hours. You buy the ticket, and cease being Joe Schmoe the mechanic or the plumber or the customer service rep or the shmuck who still lives at home because he just can’t catch a break. Instead you’re transported to a galaxy far, far away, where bodybuilders are time-traveling robots and men in spandex come back from the dead to body slam their rivals.<\/p>\n

For that<\/em> kind of person, breaking the fourth wall<\/a>, as the lit-crit types call it, is a slap in the face. Ha ha, fuck you, you loser! You don’t get to enjoy a few hours in a galaxy far, far away from your normal life, because we’ll be constantly reminding you that all of this is fake fake fake fake fake!<\/em> You can watch the body slams and light saber fights, but every time you’re just starting to get into it and forgetting yourself, we’re gonna pop back up with an in-your-face aside! You’re a loser<\/em>, and the very fact that you’re here watching this proves<\/em> you’re a waste of oxygen! Take that!<\/p>\n

In other words, loser<\/em> is the fixed identity on which Postmodern entertainment is parasitic. This is just aces for the dorks-with-big-microphones who write the Tweets, since nudge-nudge wink-winking each other about what losers those other<\/em> fans are is what keeps them, the Postmodern ironists, from feeling like losers themselves. But see above, with wrestling. Or Star Wars<\/em>, or now sportsball, or pretty much anything else. The Postmodern ironists don’t buy tickets. They don’t go to the show in person, because they know that bringing their Postmodern ironic act into the theater would likely end with them getting their asses kicked.<\/p>\n

Severian, “Rasslin'”, Rotten Chestnuts<\/em><\/a>, 2020-07-26.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Those are the givens. It doesn’t matter how ludicrous they are, so long as you don’t break your own rules. Note that the rules can be broken from either side, the spectacle’s or the audience’s. Movies these days are most often guilty of the former, while rasslin’ bankrupted itself doing the latter. The last Star […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":35193,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28,41],"tags":[86,122,1462,193],"class_list":["post-59218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-media","category-quotations","tag-criticism","tag-movies","tag-severian","tag-starwars"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/favicon.png","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-fp8","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59218"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":61289,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59218\/revisions\/61289"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}