a sense of joy and then a panic

when i say "art," i mean like the original sense of the word--basically a skill. the idea that art needs to have a point of some sort is pretty modern. romantic, actually. that's all i really mean by Art. I don't know if I buy into the ideas of Wordsworth and the like who say that poetry should be about the truths that science cannot reach or whatever, but he is onto something. anyway, most people's points are kind of trivial, so i guess to me they are enjoyable just as art. if this movie were like that, i don't think you could have given it the review you did, so...why is Art creepy?