I don't object to being had when I know I'm being had. The emotion I feel under those circumstances is different: if I see someone die on screen, I know I'm reacting to the idea of someone dying. If I'm seeing art that presents its
Preponderance of the Evidence
I'd known about the controversy surrounding Robert Capa's photo of a soldier in the Spanish Civil War being shot while I took a class on the war in college, but the Times reported yesterday on new evidence that it can't have been taken where Capa said it was. I'm not sure I care about whether the picture was misidentified by location: the power of a man falling after being shot seems relevant no matter the battle. But I do think it matters if it was faked in its entirety. The image's power rests, I think, in our sense that we're seeing something taboo: a man's violent death. Were we there, we would cry out at the sight, we might, depending on our positions among his comrades or his enemies, attempt to intervene. If it's faked, then our reaction is the result of deception.