How hard is magic supposed to be?
Fending off a lion was supposed to take courage, dexterity, strength, coordination. But how about creating the world?
See? Adam can be languid, passive in Michelangel’s fresco; God is dynamic, puissant: creation takes power, God has balls!
But since Colt, killing is supposed to be as easy as pulling a trigger. Andy Worhol’s God wouldn’t be all stressed, all sweaty: he’d push a button.
So how come the ten year old apprentice wizards of the Harry Potter cartel look like they’re wrestling Hulk Hogan (or commanding a bowel movement) while they point their too-big-for-puberty wands?
(can’t illustrate reliably, the image URLs come and go)
The images I first used in this post eclipsed the display column. One showed all three of the main Potter characters grimacing in a digital landscape of moon rock. Never mind, next I’ll comment on sexploitation of children such as Potter‘s Emma Watson.