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“Good Taste”

A popular film of a few years ago, and a very funny comedy it was too, was called ‘The Producers’.

It tells the story of two unscrupulous men, played by Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder, who set up a financial scam to make money out of what they feel will be a certain Broadway musical flop.

The play in question is entitled ‘Springtime for Hitler’.  And the opening musical number ‘Springtime for Hitler and Germany’ complete with chorus girls in Nazi uniforms is in the worst possible taste imaginable.

The show, however, is a success, and the Producers lose all their money, ending up in jail for fraud.

That film was, of course, fiction, but in reality it seems that what many would consider to be in bad taste is successful and popular.

Last week I watched a television programme about Liberace the pianist with the twinkle in his eye, the flamboyant costumes, and the signature candelabra.

He was vulgar, outrageously over the top, tasteless, and, frankly creepy, but was one of the most popular and best-paid acts of his generation.

One might argue, however, that Liberace’s brand of tastelessness was contrived and harmless, but what of other examples of bad taste in the media –

Think of the racist and sexist comedy of Bernard Manning, the scatological humour of Billy Connolly, some of the sicker sketches in the old Monty Python shows, and so on.

There are too many television programmes to mention which are in bad taste, though I’m sure you can all think of at least half a dozen in recent times.

What about art?  There was recently a prize-winning exhibit, which consisted of an unmade bed.  Or what of Damien Hirst’s pickled cows?  Is that art or exploitation?  Is it, on another level, another example of bad taste?

At the Edinburgh Festival Fringe a couple of years ago one of the highlights was the Jim Rose Circus, described as the sickest show on earth, involving as it did self-mutilation and other unpleasant sounding turns.

Art, entertainment, or something depraved and in the worst possible taste?  How do we discern?

In the Arts – and that’s a broad spectrum – and at any Arts Festival, how does one pick a good play from the rubbish, what makes for a decent concert, how do you judge a good piece of art from a shoddy one?

How do we discern what is best?

In Psalm 119 at verse 66, we find these words ‘Teach me good judgement and knowledge’ – which could also be translated ‘Teach me good taste’

How acceptable for today’s society and for this cultural climate in which the unacceptable is so often lauded, and the acceptable is so often scorned; where the cheap and shoddy are held up as examples for us all, and the beautiful and fine and lovely are dismissed as worthless.

‘May you grow more in true knowledge and perfect judgement, so that you will be able to choose what is best.,

These words also come from the Bible – from Paul’s letter to the Philippians.

May you grow more in true knowledge and perfect judgement, SO THAT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO CHOOSE WHAT IS BEST

Is the religious person more able to discern what is best, better than the non-religious man or woman?  Give me good taste – does the religious person have better critical faculties than those who profess no faith?

I don’t think we can exactly say that, but what we can say is this: the surest guide to discerning what is good, true and lovely and of worth is Jesus Christ.

But this Dumfries & Galloway Arts Festival is about many other creative souls who perhaps care little, if anything, for Christ.  What sense is there in saying for them the surest guide to discerning what is best in artistic matters is Jesus Christ?

There is a novel by Iris Murdoch with a passage in it about a visit to an art gallery.  It is an account of a deeply artistic experience.

Seeing the painting is ‘something real, something perfect’

The heroine of the story goes away feeling ‘favoured, encouraged, loved’ She felt looking at this painting that she ‘had had a revelation’

A revelation!  You could hardly get a more religious word than that.  She felt that she had been allowed to see a deep mystery, had touched the very secret of life itself.

The secret of life itself.  Revelation.  Could these be useful ways of speaking about the arts?

In that Iris Murdoch novel, so profound and so powerful is the revelation itself – that the artist’s own beliefs fade into the background.

What art is about is the holiest and most human places in our lives, the very centre of existence itself.  That is what makes art matter and matter hugely; that is what any arts 


this was preached on Dumfries & Galloway Arts Festival Sunday – 28 May 2000

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