In a famous myth, Protagoras explained how humans achieved civilized society first with the aid of arts and crafts and then by gaining a sense of respect and justice in the ordering of their affairs.
The movie is set in the fictional Hyborian Age, roughly post-Atlantis and pre-Facebook by my calculations, where monsters and sorcery were ever a threat and humans weren't exactly civilized.
Starting in 1945, he sought out, acquired, and documented works by untutored prisoners, children, people hospitalized for mental illnesses, and eccentric loners, mostly French, Swiss, or German, to make a point: "civilized" art was false to human nature and redeemable only by recourse to primal authenticities.
How can you expect us to be civilized and behave like normal human beings after your governments were paying the extremists and Islamists to burn down schools, and kill teachers, school kids and government employees in the 1980s.
Somehow in this demonic explosion of natural force and human cruelty, there is a way to be civilized.
With the economic collapse and wars spotting the globe, I think we humans are not doing such a good job pretending we are civilized.
Representations of subdued animals can be viewed as a projection of human demarcation from and civilizing aspiration of their own natural state and mirror their interpretation of self as outside of animality.
He proclaimed human trafficking "a despicable activity, a disgrace for our societies, which describe themselves as civilized".
There is something civilized, and civilizing, about trains.
