What does it mean for something to be oddly satisfying? There is much about everyday aesthetic
experiences that seems obviously
satisfying, but what can we say about those subtle experiences which so often
flutter past our conscious endorsement, and whose value seems ineffable and,
frankly, odd? I am thinking, here, of the lid to the board game box which rests
gently on the trapped air inside before softly and evenly settling on the box,
and the perfectly sized book-jacket that sits taut on the resting hardback,
never to get caught on a precarious corner and tear. For you, there might be
something immensely satisfying about the makeup compact that snaps shut with a
clean crisp click that communicates the finality of the act, or you might find
your daily moment of transcendental bliss in streaming videos of folks
pressure-washing their driveways. Is there something about these kinds of
experiences that unifies them; that makes them all oddly aesthetic? Surely we don’t engage with the everyday object
with the expectation of aesthetic experience, but it presents itself in flashes
of perfect fit. Isn’t that what we really find at the bottom of these
experiences? It is trivial to point out the role of fit in the case of the board
game box and the book jacket, but where is the fit in the snap of the compact?
I’d like to think that something about the sound just fits with the task of closing it.
I once heard a story about the design of a German luxury
car. The designers felt that there was something about the experience of
driving the car that was missing. After months of attempts to discern the
nature of this luxurious je-ne-sais-quoi, one of the more intrepid designers
sought refuge in the arts. It was at the movie theater that it dawned on them.
When we open a car door, the interior lights come on, and they turn off when we
start the engine. After several return trips to the movies, the designer
realized that the interior lights should fade off, and it should take exactly
three seconds (the time it takes for the theater lights to dim). This was the
secret to the luxury experience. It gave a sense of the cinematic to the
experience; your commute home from work is now a journey, and you are the star
of the show. If you ever have the privilege of sitting in the driver’s seat of
such a car and, perhaps, never heard this story, you might yet find the dimming
of the lights synchronized with the starting of the car to be an oddly
satisfying experience. This ‘cinematicity’ is, in my view, why certain mundane
experiences can (sometimes violently, sometimes subtly) assert themselves as
objects of aesthetic engagement. The kind of fit that connects the compact
closing and the sound of the compact closing is exactly the kind of fit that is
the work of Hollywood sound designers (or, apparently, the designers of luxury
cars). In the movies, Dad never struggles to close the board game box, and the
femme fatale’s gestures never lack for drama. This, as the case of the Dad with
the board game box should indicate, often runs contrary to the aesthetic
qualities of our everyday experience at large. I would argue that the resting
level of clumsiness experienced by Dad is less ‘anesthetic’ (as might be argued
by Dewey), and more merely aesthetically banal. As such, the cinematicity
account of the oddly satisfying is consistent with the kinds of stories about
everyday aesthetics which emphasize defamiliarization and the casting of auras.
It seems that, given the resting banal aesthetic conditions of our everyday
experience, we would be forgiven for failing to engage with the everyday as an
aesthetic medium. Sometimes our experience of the everyday seems like the kind
of film we would rather have on in the background while we work on other things
than the kind we might dedicate two hours of our attention to. However, it is
these small, subtle bursts of cinematicity and perfect fit that best provide us
with the means to re-familiarize ourselves with the aesthetics of the everyday.
In this way, we are drawn back into engagement with the cinemas of our lived
Perhaps this account cannot be generalized to capture every
oddly satisfying experience, but it does seem to, at least, unify many of those
experiences which assert themselves in this way. These oddly satisfying
experiences are the invasion of the cinematic into the everyday, and they
remind us of what we love about art. At the same time, the cinematic may also
be the distillation of all of these everyday moments into an idealized vision
of how life could be if we were more graceful (and, perhaps, secret agents),
and everyday life was less banal. While many films and television shows
struggle to establish a reality where the stars could be the everyman, the
oddly satisfying does much to fool us into thinking that we could be the stars.
Perhaps, then, the relationship between the cinematic and the everyday is yet
another case of perfect fit.
Published August 22, 2017.