Teenage boys like to turn to a certain type of literature. It is literature that deals with people outside the norm; this resonates with teenage feelings of not belonging anywhere. The literature is so much part of growing up, it has become a rite of passage. The let down for all teenagers is usually when they find out that their parents have read the exactly same books in their teenage years, too.
I have to castrate this article to conform to the dirty mind of some dirty old man responsible for placing ads with Google Adsense: Channels showing you know what and explicit pictorial overload swamp all aspects of everyday life and dominate news and social media. We live in an era of publicly displayed private things and of people making a spectacle of their emotions. The good old private and sincere kiss seems threatened by extinction. French philosopher Alexandre Lacroix accused the explicit show of people doing certain things of having committed murder on kissing in his last book Contribution à la théorie du baiser.
I don't know if you're confused, I definitely get confused now. With a boy-band called One Direction (or 1D) whose members are possibly interested in two directions (boys and girls to spell it out) and bringing out a movie in 3D, who wouldn't be at least puzzled? But this multi-directional approach is probably one of the reasons for their success. And the movie, make no mistake, could make them the billion Dollar boys.
The Paperboy was booed in Cannes; it got no Oscar nominations, no Golden Globe, and no other so called prizes from the self-appointed cinephile community: This must finally be a movie worth watching. It turns out to be one of those movies where you have to make a decision after seeing it. It is either terribly, terrifyingly good; or it is atrociously, abysmally bad. There is no grade in between for this cinematic work. What it does in either case is tell you everything about America you ever needed to know.
