Nuff said.
What I do know is that Spielberg has made more money getting more people to watch and love his movies than just about anybody.
Sorry, I forgot you think that money is the indicator of artistic success. Jeez...
Just walk down the street and ask anybody who ET is and then ask them who the Stalker's Wife (Tarkovsky character) is.
Oh, so now popularity is somehow indicating quality.
Yeah, I know that pop fame is a dubious judge of quality, but when a character endures, gets passed down from parents who saw it to kids who still love it and want halloween costumes, you have to admit that those cheesy Spielberg movies touch a vein that Solaris doesn't even know exists.
They touch a good marketing campaign and constant reruns on TV, is what they touch. Spielberg struck the goldmine in film just like Dan Brown did in literature. This doesn't mean that either Spielberg's films or Brown's books are quality art.
Quality does not have to mean obscure.
Nobody's saying it has to. Besides, Tarkovsky is not an obscure filmmaker in any way. Anybody interested in film as art knows him. Jeez, even
you know him. Should be enough of a reason to never call him obscure.
This debate reminds me of one I've had over the music world, like with people who aver that music that's not old, Euro and played by guys in tuxes is just not up to their standard. You get that argument that a jazz or bluegrass virtuoso is not worthy since they lack a degree from Peabody and maybe even wrote their own music.
If your idea is that whoever loves Tarkovsky is a snob critic, you are clearly missing the point of this "debate". Besides, you seem to spite most of art cinema, not just Tarkovsky. If it was just Tarkovsky, whatever man, he's not for you, watch other auteurs. But the entirety of art cinema seems to "not be for you" and "boring". And you don't seem eager to get to know it. You're not even a film buff. What are you doing on this site?
Let me put it this way:
If I either hated or never heard of Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Gogol, Bukowski, Joyce, Orwell, Pessoa, Proust, Beckett, Rilke, Borges, Kafka, Faulkner, Rabelais, Solzhenitsyn, Apollinaire, Sebald, Pynchon, Gombrowicz, Poe, Twain, Dickens, Tanizaki, Mann, Baudelaire, Krasznahorkai, and so on... I couldn't call myself a bibliophile. I couldn't do it even if (and especially if!) I only liked the books of Stephen King and Stephenie Meyer. I could say "Yeah, I read books for fun!", but it'd be as clear as the sky is blue that I have absolutely no love or knowledge of literature. Further, if I started ever criticizing the preceding writers on the basis of them being supposedly obscure or earning less money than, say, E. L. James, I'd make myself look like an idiot to any bibliophile who knows a thing or two about literature as art. It'd be my prerogative to only read King, or to not read at all, but then, I'd have no right to sum up the impressive bodies of work of all those writers by saying they're "boring" provided I never even heard about most of them, and I'm basing my opinion on the few school readings from 10+ years ago.
I've seen lots of genres of various visual, sonic and gallery art in my life, continue to love all that. It's a point of pride that I don't have a few sanctified icons, especially ones that get their fame based on obscurity. It's OK to put me out to pasture if I ever do.
See, the point isn't that you dislike this or that "sanctified" filmmaker. The point is that your ludicrous, ignorant takes about finding arthouse cinema boring and being entertained as a requirement for good film are just dumb. You hate Tarkovsky or Villeneuve's Dune? Fine, but you never mentioned any other filmmakers or films (even though I asked more than once) that you don't hate. Your sweeping statements are hardcore generalizations, so it's impossible to not use generalizations to respond to them.
Please, give me a list of your top 10 favorite filmmakers and then your top 10 favorite art filmmmakers.
You know sooooo little of me.
Sure, but my intuition seemed to be right so far.
I do admit that most of the Japanese movies I've seen from the 1960's had giant monsters, so guilty on that charge
Starting your journey with Japanese cinema of the 60s with Kaiju is like starting your cinephilia journey with Tarantino. Oops, is that how you started?