Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Monday, November 19, 2012

Civilization and its Discontents

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I realize that there are probably few things less appetizing than a big block of text to start the week, but it is a short week – and I can't resist sharing this great piece from the Sunday Review section of this weekend's Times about the price of irony (by Christy Wampole, a professor at Princeton). Highly recommended, if, like me, you are cranky and generally sick of bullshit these days. A few excerpts:
The ironic frame functions as a shield against criticism. The same goes for ironic living. Irony is the most self-defensive mode, as it allows a person to dodge responsibility for his or her choices, aesthetic and otherwise. To live ironically is to hide in public. It is flagrantly indirect, a form of subterfuge, which means etymologically to “secretly flee” (subter + fuge). Somehow, directness has become unbearable to us.

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While we have gained some skill sets (multitasking, technological savvy), other skills have suffered: the art of conversation, the art of looking at people, the art of being seen, the art of being present. Our conduct is no longer governed by subtlety, finesse, grace and attention, all qualities more esteemed in earlier decades. Inwardness and narcissism now hold sway.

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Where can we find [] examples of nonironic living? What does it look like? Nonironic models include very young children, elderly people, deeply religious people, people with severe mental or physical disabilities, people who have suffered, and those from economically or politically challenged places where seriousness is the governing state of mind. My friend Robert Pogue Harrison put it this way in a recent conversation: “Wherever the real imposes itself, it tends to dissipate the fogs of irony.”

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Moving away from the ironic involves saying what you mean, meaning what you say and considering seriousness and forthrightness as expressive possibilities, despite the inherent risks. It means undertaking the cultivation of sincerity, humility and self-effacement, and demoting the frivolous and the kitschy on our collective scale of values. It might also consist of an honest self-inventory.

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The ironic life is certainly a provisional answer to the problems of too much comfort, too much history and too many choices, but ... this mode of living is not viable and conceals within it many social and political risks. For such a large segment of the population to forfeit its civic voice through the pattern of negation [] described is to siphon energy from the cultural reserves of the community at large. People may choose to continue hiding behind the ironic mantle, but this choice equals a surrender to commercial and political entities more than happy to act as parents for a self-infantilizing citizenry.
Read the whole piece here and then discuss over Thanksgiving dinner.

While we're on the topic:

Fran Lebowitz, Public Speaking (Martin Scorsese, 2010)

And, here, watch this again over Thanksgiving weekend too:

 


  
Kicking and Screaming (Noah Baumbach, 1995)

p.s. Just for the record, the irony that I'm blogging about all of this does not escape me.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Proof's in the Pudding

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I missed this when it came out.



"Repton Boxing Club" by Alasdair McLellan for British heritage label Sunspel, featuring Ryan Pickard (2011)

Boxing is one of those old-school sports I feel like I should be repelled by -- just the thought of a broken nose makes me cringe -- but even knowing next to nothing about it I find the whole enterprise totally fascinating and even romantic. (And this is not because I watched Rocky as a kid, because I didn't.) There's so much ritual to it, and so much reverence for the past. From an outsider's perspective it seems like it requires a physical and mental discipline that verges on the religious. Maybe it's so ugly that it comes full circle to beautiful.

While we're on the topic of beautiful destruction, another movie I want to see again:

Raging Bull (1980)

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

We're Not Going to be Shady, Just Fierce

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I've been working on something lately that has me thinking about fashion in film, and was reminded that I need to see this documentary again.

Opening scenes from Paris is Burning (1990)

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Image of the Day

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Peter Sellers and Britt Ekland. 
Photograph by Jean-Claude Sauer (Paris Match).

While we're on the topic:



[via AnOther]

Also, this:

Monday, October 8, 2012

Dinner and a Movie

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Now that Gallery Girls is over (probably never to return, which let's be honest won't be too much of a tragedy for anyone), and in an effort to make the start of the week suck a little less, Monday nights have become art/artist documentary night.

On the screen tonight: Chiara Clemente's Our City Dreams (profiling New York City-based artists Swoon, Ghada Amer, Kiki Smith, Marina Abramovic, and Nancy Spero (1926-2009)).

On the menu: pasta puttanesca (appropriately cheap and dirty, like some of the best parts of the city).

Monday, August 27, 2012

A Game You Couldn't Win

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James Fogle, who wrote Drugstore Cowboy while serving a 20-year sentence for robbing a pharmacy in Western Washington, died last week in Monroe prison at age 75. Gus Van Sant's adaptation easily makes my top-10-of-all-time list (and is the reason why I never, ever put a hat on a bed).


Trailer for Drugstore Cowboy (1989)



A Northwest classic. RIP.

Friday, July 20, 2012

American Original

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(Written and directed by Queens native Benh Zeitlin, and winner of the 2012 SIFF Audience Award for Best Director.)

Monday, July 16, 2012

Like Air to Breathe

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Saw this with my girl at SIFF last month. So inspiring.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Ten Decisions Shape Your Life

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The Strokes, "I'll Try Anything Once" (demo) (Rough Trade, 2006).

(I FINALLY watched Somewhere this weekend - probably the last person on the planet to have done so, but - it was so
subtle and poignant and lovely...Sofia Coppola tells a story in images like nobody's business. Anyway. I'm not really a Strokes fan, but this song was perfect for the movie.)

(photo: Avon, Idaho, March 2012)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Mad to Live

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I'm still kind of shocked that anyone actually attempted this adaptation, and also surprised that it took so long. Whichever is correct, I'll definitely see it.



On the Road.
Directed by Walter Salles
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The Motorcycle Diaries); out this summer.