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crispin glover presented his film “it is fine. everything is fine” in salt lake city

crispin glover is kind of an oddball.  at least he’s made his career playing mostly oddballs.  hearing him speak, he doesn’t really seem very oddball, though.  he seems like a normal, artistically minded person trying to make his way in a business that can often be decidedly unartistic at times, given the accounting involved.

i can’t decide if his oddball nature is a persona or his bona fide self.  i guess it doesn’t matter.

anyways, he was in town screening the first two films of his IT trilogy.  i had seen the first film, what is it? previously and opted to only sit through the second film, it is fine.  everything is fine!

what is it? is a film featuring a cast of characters with down syndrome.    the second film, it is fine.  everything is fine! features steven c stewart, who had cerebral palsy.    so far as i can tell, the handicapped nature of the cast is the only real connection between the two films.

what is it? is a surrealist film that doesn’t follow a traditional narrative.  there is a boy with down syndrome who is the subject.  there are parallel worlds depicted that comprise different parts of his personality.

the fact of his down syndrome is never referenced, though many other characters in his apparent actual life and his inner life do live with this same condition, but others do not.

he really likes a pipe and snails, although he destroys several snails throughout the course of the film.

calling the film what is it? seems almost a gag played on the audience.  like bunuel’s un chien andalou, making sense of it in a truly thematic or linear way is pointless.    bunuel stated later that he and his collaborator, salvador dali, intentionally discarded anything that made ‘sense’.  they put only the irrational and surreal in the scenario, and did not seek to create something of a singular theme (except perhaps, decay).  in fact, the same musical cue from the pivotal moments of bunuel’s surrealist masterpiece are used in what is it?, also.  but the conceit of pretension is that some people will struggle to find a theme and merit to the goings on – and this, for some people, makes something automatically of artistic worth.

even though it’s just over an hour long, what is it? takes a kitchen sink approach to trying to offend:  naked women wearing animal heads and crawling about, a naked handicapped man falling off a throne, a nude shirley temple juxtaposed with nazi imagery, etc.  it sounds edgy but it feels pedestrian.  it’s not offensive, it’s just off putting.  i didn’t find it interesting in any way save for the fact that i was seeing it.   it just didn’t feel like it had anything to say and no real importance besides ‘this was made’.  i’m glad it was made, but i’d never want to sit through ‘it’ again.

it is fine.  everything is fine! is more like a proper film.   it is from a script by it’s star, steven c stewart.

stewart lived in utah and was an early handicapped activist, along with his beloved mother.  she fought to get him to be able to attend regular school.   he had an extreme case of cerebral palsy.

then she died and he was put in a nursing home for 10 years.  he was still a young man.  he was there from ages 20-30, essentially.   he was surrounded by old people on the verge of death.  his mind was fine, it was just his body that failed him.  he watched a lot of tv and fought to get released.

he was a fixture around salt lake city in the 70s.  he would be on the news fighting for this or that handicapped issue, and could be seen around town, pushing his wheelchair backward with his feet.  this is how co-director david brothers came to know of him.  a documentary was made about him, which i am unable as of this writing to find.

and it turns out steven had written a script based on the hour long tv detective shows he had watched so many of.  it involved himself, playing a man who meets an age appropriate woman at a party.  she immediately is taken with him and can instantly understand his speech, which to some was often unintelligible.

after some courting, he asks her to marry him.  she declines.  he gets her to agree to another date.  on that date, he kills her by choking her.  he then takes up with her teenaged daughter and after a sexual encounter with the girl, he kills her, too.  eventually he kills a prostitute, a big-busted girl he meets at a party and her roommate too.  and on and on.

the script, and this film, don’t really go anywhere except to show the same scenario a few times over.

one particular sex scene is totally graphic, showing oral sex and penetration.  i don’t know why this was necessary.  it didn’t feel like it served anything.

the film ends with another murder.  and that’s all we get to go on.

at the end of the film, there was a q-and-a session, as is normal for presentations of crispin glover’s films.  this one seemed to go long, because a girl in the front was disturbed by all the seemingly exploitative sex that served no narrative purpose.    glover, in the end, kept repeating that he liked that the film sparked so much debate.  a guy at the back argued with the girl.  it got tedious.

i had the same feeling i had as when i had watched what is it?    i was just underwhelmed, extremely so.

i thought the idea of working from steven c stewart’s script was an interesting take.  i thought that casting him was brave.  and i thought the end result was childish and masturbatory.

i don’t think this film exploits women or steven c stewart – it just exploits crispin glover’s fame to get you to turn out for it.  and he gets to play his best role yet – that of oddball artist who has this oh-so-tortured thing to say.  after seeing him up close, i just felt like he is an art phony.  or worse, he is a real artist who has nothing to say.

glover only shows the films, as far as i can tell, while he is present.  he comes out before and does a performance piece where he reads from books to a slide show of stills from the books.  the ‘books’ he’s done are just old books, often with neat pictures or text where he’s blacked out and added to them in some way, altering the story.    it’s at first interesting but i found it quickly dull, though my friend was somewhat taken with his presentation of the book called ’round my house’.

after the book presentation (the books of course are for sale after in the lobby), he shows the film.  each film is over a little over an hour long.  after that he does a q-and-a session with the audience.

he seems to say a lot of the same things in these sessions.   if you look him up on wikipedia or imdb, the quotes attributed there to him you will hear in person, years later.  i guess there’s not much new he can say.  he repeats a lot of phrases within the session, falling back on them.

as i heard him talk i got a weird itch.  i wondered why he will only show his films in this way.  does he not trust the audience to digest the material properly unless he’s there to handhold us?   during the session he said he wouldn’t sell the films to a distributor or release them on dvd because he didn’t want to give them over to business interests.  but it would seem he could sell them on dvd himself.

i think they’d become cult classics, but perhaps not for the reasons mr. glover wants.

i don’t think he trusts the audience to appreciate the films in the manner intended, and after hearing him speak, i think it’s because he quite doesn’t know what he wants to say, besides repeating some mantra about taboos and people not being able to express themselves in hollywood.

to express yourself, though, it really helps to have something to say.  i don’t think crispin glover does.

below is the trailer for what is it?  before you click play, know that it contains nudity:

below is the trailer for it is fine.  everything is fine. same warning as above, really:

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cave of forgotten dreams – film review

werner herzog is one of the truly great filmmakers.  he seems truly fearless too.  his films are so varied, that he doesn’t often seem to be the same man.  he alternates between works of fiction that are marvelously crafted and documentaries that are meticulous and specific.

but his work does share a lot of the same concerns.  this is a perfect subject for him.

this is not so much a film as it is a pure document.  it’s a patient and careful exploration of a place we might never get to go and may not see again.  in this film he explores the cave paintings of chauvet caves in france which are purported to be twice as old as any known prehistoric art.

the art is staggeringly beautiful.  one segment that gets a lot of attention, as it should, is a rock where four horses are figured one slightly over the others.  their mouths are open.  the contours of the caves and when the contrast is adjusted for how it must have looked when sunlight used to enter the cave, give the animals an amazing and wondrous sense of motion.  herzog calls it a kind of early ‘proto-cinema’.  it’s almost musical.  in fact, all the senses can be interpreted to be suggested by the artwork.  there is even a master perfumer who is brought in to analyze the smells.

the explorers carefully observe.  they take pains to maintain the climate and access to the cave to combat decay.  it’s the best of humanity at work – exploring the past, trying to understand better where we come from, and getting in touch with our baser, but still artistic, selves.   they move through the giant recesses on carefully constructed metal walkways.  they can not vary from them.  they can not stay too long at any one time.

the caves are an amazing mix of stalagmites and wavy walls full of depictions of righting rhinos,  ancient lions, and in one hanging rock, the only human form is depicted, but because of the locations we get only a partial view of it.

the caves are filled with mounds of bones – cave bears, coyotes.  there are some human footprints.   it’s quite something to take in.

there is some amazing photography that seems impossible as you watch it – the camera quietly moving over water, through a water arch and over and back of it.  then in the end it is subtly revealed.  herzog mounted a camera on some type of remote control plane or helicopter.  brilliant.  what a great idea.  these shots were a nice touch.

this is the second film i’ve ever seen in 3d.  i think the 3d was well rendered, but like most 3d, i don’t know how necessary it was.  i think i was blown away by this artifiact of a film and i think i would have been just as awed in a regular 2d presentation.

if you are interested in history, art, archaeology or human progress at all, this is something you have to put on your list.  if you like movies with fast action and quick, easy answers, i urge you to skip it.  you’ll probably get little out of it.

the film has a curious coda featuring some nearby albino alligators.  i don’t know how well it ties anything together.  there’s a lot we don’t know and a film like this shouldn’t seek to explain but just to document.  i think the coda will annoy or throw off a lot of people.  but herzog is a great filmmaker.  he has 90 minutes of earnest and truthful exploration here, he can be forgiven a couple minutes indulgence.

besides, the alligators are still amazing to look at.

 

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art of the steal – film review

the art of the steal is an intricate film which documents how the post-impressionist art collection assembled and protected by albert c barnes was slowly and painfully wrested from his foundation’s control against his dying wishes.

albert c barnes was a man who grew up poor.  he discovered a treatment for gonorrhea and because of this became very wealthy.  he was an art lover.  he collected some amazing art – a collection that was the envy and the bane of many larger institutions of art.  his dying wish?  that his art stay where it was and that art be taught there.  that’s it.

he had a loathing for the art establishment and the way art was taught.  he hated philadelphia society – including newpaper publisher walter annenberg and all he represented.  they, in turn, reviled him.    he saw how a friends large art collection was appropriated for the philadelphia museum of art and crafted a will that would attempt to protect his legacy.  for many years after his death, this was enough.   but it wouldn’t last.

this movie tells the inch by inch, sad tale of how control of his art was taken away from it’s proper custodians.  it’s a marvel and a shame.    it reminds of eminent domain wherein, if the government wants your land, or someone who will pay more taxes than you wants your land, you will be forced to sell or your property can just be condemned and it will be taken from you.  it goes to show you that you own nothing in this democracy.  if the people in power want it, they will take it, one way or the other.  and it’ll all be nice and legal and there’s nothing you can do about it.

it takes your attention to follow the details of this movie.  stealing 25 billion dollars worth of art is not an easy task.   but this is a great documentary built on solid, standard technique.  it’s a story more people ought to know about, even if nothing can be done about it.

below is a portrait of albert c barnes.

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random iphone picture fun

yesterday i had the chore of helping a friend with something they needed to get done.   i have muscles, a big truck, a handtruck for moving things and lots of unfortunate experience doing manual labor.  but this friend of mine is notoriously unreliable – and always late.  so our ‘appointment’ at noon turns out to get pushed back to 1 – and then to about 1:20 pm.  so it goes.

i am this person who hates to be late.  i like to leave early for things – often because i just like to be ‘out’.  i will stop and snap pictures, get a diet soda, just goof around really – which is often my only joy in the day.  so instead of leaving my house at 11:50 for our noon appointment, i left at 10:30.  he lives downtown-ish so i thought i’d go look for things to photograph.  but instead of giving myself an extra hour or so to mess around, i ended up with almost 2 1/2 hours.  i’m not annoyed at him so much.  i find it hard to get angry at people for things that are just simply their nature to do, just as i’d wish for some leeway with my quirks.  it gave me some time to myself.   i took these pics with my phone while i lingered.

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pedestrians

maybe i’m a creepy weirdo.   surely i am.  but, i do it in every city i travel to (which is probably more cities than the average bear), and i also do it just about anytime someone other than me is driving.  i take pictures of pedestrians randomly, all the time, whenever the moment presents itself.  whether they are walking across the street in front of me, walking on the sidewalk while i’m driving, while they are walking by some building downtown or otherwise that i happen to be in.  be it with black and white digital, or with one of my film cameras, with one of my digital cameras in color, it doesn’t matter – however i am prepared to and whenever i am ready to – i snap their image.  this started years ago.

i used to go to this ‘private club’ (utah-speak for ‘BAR’) called ‘port-o-call’, which has now been razed to become part of a larger federal courthouse building in salt lake city.  when i first became interested in photography, i used to go there once in a while.  so once, i’m sitting there, midday, and sitting in front of a giant picture window.  pedestrians are steadily walking by.  all of a sudden, i found the idea of ‘them’ beautiful.  and so, i started going more often.  i’d take my friends.  we’d sit at the window.  i’d set up my canon ae-1, my ricoh slr (on loan from the production company i worked at during that time),  my vintage rangefinder canonet, whatever – and i would snap the picture of anyone who walked by.  the homeless.  delivery men.  sexy women in suits who worked downtown.  guys collecting cans.  people on their way to court.  i could snap their pic as they walked by this giant window.  most of the shots turned out to be crap, but every once in a while, one would have this quality to it, a poignancy.  something was there.  and that’s what i saw.

i love taking pictures.  it never occurs to me to ‘contrive’ a picture.  i don’t think of putting a person or thing in front of a setting in a studio or elsewhere to take a picture.  everything that occurs naturally to me to snap would have existed without my influence – be it a child, a building or a car wreck.  or just some simple guy walking down a sidewalk, in front of a window i happen to be having a martini at.

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