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    #on Robocop

    Drop it!When you walk away from Robocop, there is a temptation to describe it as a Dickian film.

    Certainly the elements seem to be there:  a man with a subsumed identity and a concealed past, struggling against forces larger than him—perhaps even controlling him—in a bleak dystopian future setting.  The looming megacorporation that wipes out his memories?  His access back to those memories from his dreams?  It all seems very Dickian.

    But Robocop may more appropriately by the anti-Dickian Dickian film.

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    #redux: Deadwood as creation myth

    Coming to Deadwood’s anti-climactic finale last night, I decided to append a few follow-up notes and thought questions to my earlier assertion that the show was David Milch’s attempt at a purely American creation myth:

    1. Upon further reflection, Milch is attempting some important inversions on the creation myth paradigm.  We’ve already discussed how his women do not give birth; instead, their quests would have less to do with “pure creation” and more to do with resisting destruction, fending off entropy.  In particular here, focus on Alma’s trials and tribulations.
    2. Thought question:  what is the significance of “Jewel”1 in light of saloon’s name (i.e., “the Gem”)?
    3. Though “Wild Bill” Hickcock dies in the first season2, his presence stays with us through — even making a reprise in the final minutes of the series finale.  He’s there to humanize mortality — on account of we have quite a bit of seemingly mechanistic killing and dying.
    4. Thought questions:  what’s the importance of the symmetry of the blood-stain scrubbing?


    1. As in “Jewel’s name being ‘Jewel’”. []
    2. And relatively early on, for that matter. []

    #Deadwood as Milch’s attempt at a purely American creation myth

    A toast, to Deadwood!Work with me here:  When David Milch hallucinated the opening scene to what would become Deadwood, when he gathered up his personal assistant(s) into a darkened room and reclined on the couch to spill forth from his amygdala exactly what he was seeing beyond his third eye, he was leaking his fever-dream vision of a purely American creation myth.

    I’m convinced of this.

    Listen:  Milch saw a gap.  Every culture worldwide, living or dead, has a ripe and complex history, rich with detailed mythology and folklore.  And though many of these cultures’ mythologies are suppressed under some latter-day predominant macro-culture1, the fact of the matter is that each of these mythologies feature some kind of creation myth2.  What Milch saw, was that America — melting pot or not — has emerged as a pretty interesting cultural entity, one that is likely to have a long-lasting legacy.  But where was its creation myth?  Was it to succumb to the fate of borrowing the creation myths of its patchwork constituents?  Was it to delegate its mythology to the cultures native but otherwise systematically destroyed3?  Or was it to move softly into its own future without regard for this dare-we-say necessity?

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    1. Judeo-Christian traditions, I’m looking in your direction. []
    2. Judeo-Christian tradition:  I know you’ve got yours too, but it’s pretty weaksauce when compared to some. []
    3. A tip of the ironic hat there? []

    #haiku movie review: Aguirre: The Wrath of God

    descend from Andes
    descend to utter madness
    wrestle with monkeys

    Great film.  Stunning.  Epic.  Masterfully shot.  Surreal.  Insert more superlatives here.

    However, when your primary film-selection criterion for the evening is “which one is shortest?” — well, this one may leave your jaw unpleasantly unhinged.  Bewildering.

    Will watch again.  When I’m more serious about it.


    #haiku movie review: Barry Lyndon

    Barry Lyndonsome say “slow moving”
    but instead ’tis action packed.
    still, please be patient.

    Seriously.  You need no additional evidence that Kubrick was a bat-shit insane genius than this film.

    Anyone that says that describes it as “slow moving” is expecting entirely too many explosions for something set in the 18th century.  Or they’re not paying attention.  Every scene is dense with dialogue, imagery, narration, and plot-advancing actions.  It’s complex (no fooling there) but not so complex that it becomes difficult to follow.

    That said, you do need to be paying attention.  And you do need to exhibit some patience to let all of the pieces come together.

    Plus, the film is a technical masterpiece — even before you stop to consider the great pains to which Kubrick went to achieve all of those candle-lit shots without the aid of electric light.


    #haiku movie review: Mr. & Mrs. Smith

    Allegory for
    spousal secrets, marriage woes
    —but more explosions.


    #Linkdump for March 26th


    #haiku movie review: The Brown Bunny

    when it says “written,
    produced, and directed by”
    please just walk away




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