Category Archives: Film

OBLIVION

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MALAKI HARROD ponders ‘Oblivion’ and absence and Lacan

I am not the first to notice that there has been a worrying number of “where did everybody go?” films recently (look only to Will Smith vehicle After Earth coming down the pipe in a little while).  Wandering about wondering where the all the chaps have gone is a lot of fun. It’s a variation on the invisible man trope.  What do you do?  Do you steal cars and go hunting in New York (as in I Am Legend)?  Do you wander about trying to work out what happened (28 Days Later)?  Or, as here, do you patrol the planet for mysterious “scavs”, and pretend to play baseball in destroyed stadia (Oblivion) and wander about the astonishingly well preserved New York Public Library (both Logan’s Run and Oblivion).  Slavoj Zizek, talking about Alan Weisman’s bizarre book The World Without Us notes “this is the fundamental subjective position of fantasy: to be reduced to the gaze which observes the world in the condition of the subject’s non-existence – like the fantasy of witnessing the act of one’s own conception”.

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VENICE

The Art!  The Fashion!  The Money!  The girls!  The boys!  The yachts!  The parties!   SIMON CONWAY queues up for Mike Nelson at the 2011 Biennale.

There are types and sub-types for the vernissage of the Venice Biennale (the neon-kinetic pageant of art and money that surrounds and annexes the city every two years).  There’s the gallerists and curators (smartly suited, chattering quietly in corners about trends and “wall-power”).  There, descending briefly from the super-celestial sphere of the plutocracy, are the blazered and tailored oligarchs (here to make offers).  Continue reading

Mr Kurosawa

Hooray for the July Kurosawa retrospective at the NFT says MALAKI HARROD

It’s tremendous news that the British Film Institute is running such a comprehensive review of the influence of his films.  Not least the level of detail that the BFI is bringing to Kurosawa’s work will explode an enormous amount of confused and ill-thought out criticism that this director has received. Continue reading

Rock

Who the hell do rocks think they are, asks Kleist Hurriman

This is a test

This is a rock