@cd318 There’s an intention to make art and do so in a viable fashion. Then there’s an intention to simply produce a viable commodity. These are two different things. Justin Bieber is not losing sleep fretting over whether his art is too vacuous, formulaic and unoriginal. Radiohead is. Michael Bay doesn’t lose sleep over such things. Martin Scorsese does.
The wonderful documentary, “Heart’s of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse” features recorded conversations of Francis Ford Coppola with his wife, Eleanor. These conversations feature Mr. Coppola expressing enormous anxiety about whether he is making a “sh***y, pompous, bad movie.” He had assets, set pieces, clout, bankable stars, plenty of stuff that could have caused him to be content, rest on his laurels, and get away with an unscrupulous attention to detail, emotional resonance, truthful social commentary and truthful examination of human nature.
He didn’t. These concerns drive him to the brink of madness because he cared about them deeply.
I think we can recognize when artists care in this way, and when they do not.