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Friday, May 16, 2008

IS IT A TIME MACHINE

So I just saw the poster for Ice Age 3: Dawn of the dinosaurs. Interesting. I am eager to see how the filmmakers show the dawn of dinosaurs AFTER appearence of mammals.

This will be good.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

LOOK...I AM SO COOL

Can someone please explain to me how to become a "world class" fine artist? I swear I don't get it. What is it that I need? Attitude, charisma, mystique, socialite skills...definitely not talent, no none of that. Dadaism was a movement of un-talented cynics who called themselves artists and look at them. They managed to stick into the books of history. I think what's needed is a severely distorted sense of humor. Make a sculpture that means nothing, a sculpture that you KNOW means nothing and then add a lot of anarchist attitude around it. Show it to a close group of equally distorted group of artist friends and make a movement out of it. Then let the critics start sniffing around and watch them make grand analysis and conclusions out of the pieces.

That's how you get to be famous. You don't have to have any real meaning behind it, you let the critics do it. Read so deep into something that was never there...that's the whole brilliance of it. Akin to letting the viewer create their own story, as oppose to giving the viewer a story and letting them judge the content of it. Of course, the latter is much harder to do (you know, it requires strict training and knowledge of art and stuff) so it's an easier feat to create ambiguous objects and letting their existence be justified by people who don't get it, but they really want to get it. Get it?

That's how these fine artists define their existence and fool the world into thinking something is far more poignant that it really is. This brings me to my disdain for Google's new attempt at making your personal page more artistic by hiring 70 "world class" artists (more like wealthy socialites with pangs of creativity). Look through most of the available options and it suddenly becomes clear that most of these artists created pieces that feel like nothing more than color or texture exercise. Sort of stuff you're required to do as basic learning criteria in beginner Adobe Illustrator classes, but since they are done by people who are "cool" it is considered world class art.

Call me low brow but I never appreciated modern art. To me, it feels like ego masturbation for people who like making art but don't like studying it. Throw some broken dishes on a canvas, paint over them, and then paint a portrait of a celebrity friend over it and suddenly you're the renegade, mover and shaker in the art world (2 points for whoever knows which artist/director I am referring to). It's more of the hipster appeal that sells the work, rather than technique itself. Artists like Basquiat just don't appeal to me. I find the whole aura of him and his ilk silly and pretentious, especially since so many wonderful, talented artists are stuck doing industrial drudge work.

But, I digress, to each his own. As long as there are people willing to live their shattered dreams vicariously through, young, intense artists, or those who pay their way through being cultured, there will be a world of crappy artists who make a living (or not, the hottest artists are the dead ones) selling their cognitive fecal matter as something of substance and value.

So throw that elephant dung on the virgin marry, make statues of pregnant women bending in sexual ways, hang toilet seats on a wall, and make elementary shapes of stainless steel. You're living the dream of millions of people.

Friday, May 02, 2008

HA HA HA...get it?

What is it with foreign movies and happiness, well, all lack of it anyway. I know movies examining issues of real life and character driven movies are suppose to end very ambiguously but geez-freakin-Louise can one of them have an happy ending.

I've been on a foreign cinema kick lately (let it be known Netflix is awesome) and I've started to discover works by Alfonso Curon, Pedro Almdovar and some Asian stuff and I've noticed one consistent thing among all of these foreign films...90% of them end in very depressing ways. It's very possible and ok to make a movie which has depth, character development, dissection of the human spirit and have a happy ending. Not everyone's life ends up as a depressing drudge or one with bitter throngs of pain amongst some sweet blessings...some people actually end up happy. I can understand movies based on most people's normal lives would be too boring and too mundane (face it, our real life is drama is 95% poop) but that doesn't mean acclaimed, foreign, directors have to resort to making all critically acclaimed movies downright depressing to micro examine what makes us tick.

Movies like the Israeli made Bonjour Monsieur Shalomi was strong, heart breaking, funny and endearing. It stuck with me after it was over and it's ending wasn't a slit-your-wrists-affair. It was appropriate and heartfelt...is that so hard to pull off? I am not saying all movies should have a sunny happy endings like most American movies, but good lord, I'd like to walk away from international dramas without saying to myself "maybe killing myself would be the best way to avoid the cruel mistress that is life"

Movies like Y Tu Mama Tambien was great until it's very surprising and totally depressing ending. Talk to Her ends on a far less somber note than Y Tu Mama Tambien, but only after a totally depressing turn of events. Is all of Europe clinically depressed or is it fashionable to have a cynical, down and out attitude, about life.? French filmmakers are the main offenders in this. Try to watch a French movie with a conventional happy ending...you won't, because it doesn't exist (probably does but god knows you won't find it)

At least American movies sweep our problems and insecurities under the rug and deliver us happy endings only realized on film. Get with it you Euros.