FAMILY IS AN ECONOMIC UNIT, LOVE IS STICKY, WE FEEL AT HOME JUST ABOUT EVERYWHERE. PRIVATE PROPERTY IS CUTE, BUT THE LAW THAT PROTECTS IT WAS ERECTED TO PROTECT THE FIRST ACT OF STEALING. OBJECTS TALK, BUT THE LAW, LIKE A THIEF, IS SILENT. OBJECTS TALK, BUT THEY DONT SAY ALL THEY KNOW, THEY KEEP THEIR SECRETS FOR THEMSELVES.
Guy Ben-Ner’s narrative video Stealing Beauty (2007) was shot in secret at 3 different IKEA’s in 3 different countries, as Ben-Ner and his actors(his family) were forced to change locations every time they were caught taping. The story depicts a family’s trials after their youngest is caught stealing at school. It explores themes of globalism, public spaces, private property, consumerism, family, love and theft. You can watch the video in it’s entirety on UbuWeb.
CHILDREN OF THE WORLD, UNITE! RELEASE THE FUTURE FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE PAST! MY PEERS, IT IS OUR TIME TO STEAL! NOT IN ORDER TO GAIN PROPERTY, BUT IN ORDER TO LOSE RESPECT FOR IT. PROPERTY IS LIKE A GHOST: YOU CAN NOT POSSESS IT WITHOUT BEING POSSESSED BY IT. STEAL, AND LET OTHERS STEAL. LET PROPERTY MOVE FREELY FROM PLACE TO PLACE SO IT WILL NOT HAUNT YOUR HOME. STEAL FROM THE LOCAL SUPERMARKET, STEAL FROM THE CITY! STEAL FROM THE STATE. STEAL FROM YOUR PARENTS! AND ABOVE ALL, DON’T ACCEPT INHERITANCE: STEAL IT! ROB YOUR PARENTS, AND RID YOURSELF OF PROMISES YOU WILL HAVE TO KEEP! CHILDREN OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
Glenn Danzig “Welcome to My Book Collection”
then Chuck Biscuits talks about his amazing collection of classic vintage cereal boxes
Available, sometimes, on VHS on ebay and at swap meets near you.
When Heath Ledger died back in January I probably mourned with little more than a shrug. I hadn’t jumped on the bandwagon to see him play a star-crossed gay cowboy. While a bunch of people went out to see I’m Not There, I wasn’t there. And I think there were at least ten things I found distasteful with Ten Things I Hate About You. However, after seeing his version of The Joker in The Dark Knight I now see there’s plenty to be sad about.
While credit is certainly owed to Christopher Nolan for writing the extraordinary dialogue that Mr. Ledger clearly relished in, his was more than acting. It was the disappearance of an actor into words on paper only to reemerge as an icon that graced us with an obliterating blow to all other possible and existing performances of The Joker. This Joker personified those moments at rock bottom some of us have when we say, “Fuck it. One day our star will engulf any residue of humanity anyway.” These moments are potential gateways to absolute freedom. The kind of freedom that is knowing that we are going to die some day and that nothing matters except in what it means to us here and now. Knowing that our manmade institutions and concepts are stifling to what we truly can be. These moments can be chilling and thankfully most of us seem to crawl our way out. Nonetheless I found his performance serene.
Heath Ledger’s The Joker is Taste and Power, in the way that I wish I could have it. He has the taste for anarchy and the power of an “agent of chaos.” In January I shrugged. But after seeing The Dark Knight I truly miss a man I never knew.
Just for the hell of it, here’s the Power of Nightmares, a documentary I’ve been obsessing over lately. 3 parts, one hour each.
Kylie Minogue: the world’s most prolific and pandemic diva.
Once upon a time in a “creative writing” class at PCC in 2005, I felt compelled to make a very important announcement to the whole class. Kylie Minogue had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I was really worried about her and thought everybody should know. Nobody in the class knew who I was talking about, and they laughed at me and asked who she was. I was so mad I didn’t even tell them. Fuck that class. I was only 3 or 4 years older than those fucking idiots and they were already oblivious to the intergalactic magic of the Minogue. I hope some of those chumps find this blog.
Kylie Minogue is the world’s greatest diva and has been ever since Madonna and Whitney Houston went nuts a while back and I’m madly in love with her and everybody else should be too. (more…)
As I sit here (in blackface) with no pants on, greasy unkempt hair reaching for the heavens like the branches of some odious sweaty tree, I am thinking about the entertainment industry in all of its forms. As an employee of the dying record producing industry, this affects me directly, but I don’t really care because I am young and I do not own anything of value (i.e. a business). Perhops this is sacrilegious to dispute the things written below me in a blog I am supposed to be a “part of,” but if all tangible media is going the way of self-produced-consumer-generated-and-controlled-garbage and Mayan hellfire is on the horizon, I don’t really have anything to be afraid of. (more…)
Look at these guys. So thats Ben Stiller obviously, and then there’s those other two. Does the black guy look familiar? He should. It’s good ol’ Robert Downey Jr! Your favorite snuggly Iron Man crackhead.
Generally speaking, blackface offends me. And the prospect of Robert Downey Jr. in blackface puts my panties in a jumble, to say the least. Blackface, used in comedies back in the 1920’s, is once again being committed to film for its comedic purposes. But maybe it’s not technically blackface. Just a white guy playing a black guy by coloring his skin black. Will Stiller’s use of blackface in his new film Tropic Thunder live up to the satirical genius of Spike Lee’s Bamboozled? I haven’t seen the movie yet so I don’t know much about the plot but the trailer seems to tell us that Robert Downey’s character is a white actor, so intense about his acting career, that he goes through an operation to MAKE himself black. (more…)
Next month Marvel Comics is releasing their newest installment in the misfortunate series of events that is their movie franchise. The creation of an IRON MAN movie, staring your favorite snuggly crack head Robert Downey, Jr. as Tony Stark, playboy billionaire and man behind the Iron Mask, has been something of a childhood fantasy for me. Back in the junior high days when no Marvel movies were being made (except for Dolph Lundgren’s PUNISHER and Wesley Snipes’ first BLADE movie) my pals and I would spend our time skating, smoking, and talking about useless shit like how rad it would be to see Spider-Man, Wolverine, or the Human Torch on the big screen. However, there was something way more special about Iron Man: he was also a muther fucking Black Sabbath song.
This idea had never left me through out the rest of my life (albeit, something I never dwelt on). Black Sabbath’s quintessential song “Iron Man” somehow involved with a movie about Iron Man the hero would be as awesome as discovering my first pube. So imagine my shock when this fantasy actually came to pass:
I don’t know if it’s the clearly propagandistic nature of the sequence, or just that I was super lame when I was 12, or maybe hearing Robert Downey talk leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but when I first saw this, and wasn’t considering for a even moment that Sabbath might actually have a role in this, I could not stop laughing in dismay. But, why? Why was I NOT super pumped up? WHY was this so lame to me? For christ’s sake, it was a boyhood fantasy come true! When does that ever happen? Instead, I was like a mad scientist who had just seen his monster come to life, overwhelmed with his own power to create the unthinkable, or, to quote Jeff Goldblum, “so caught up with whether or not I could that I never stopped to think if I should.” Nevertheless, where my 12 year old self would have climaxed on his chair my 24 year old self, after having finished laughing and realized what he had done, took another swig from his whiskey bottle and shook his head at his defeat with a half–life long war of fantasy versus reality. That is, not everything is as cool as it was when I was a kid.
On a side note, here’s a fun game I came up with: Think of other songs that would be even funnier than “Iron Man” for Iron Man to kick down doors to. My favorites are the chorus to Live’s “Lighting Crashes” and the hook in Boyz II Men’s “Motown Philly.” Seriously, this game will give you at least a half hour of entertainment.
Funny Games will fuck with your mind. There are no surprises though. You know from about 20 minutes deep exactly whats going to happen. Nonetheless watching the thing is tortuous, because you’ve made a choice to see this thing, to keep watching knowing very well whats coming, and why? The implication is inevitably that, deep down, you’re just as sick and twisted as these two little shits that have brought all this horror onto an “innocent” family. This is not an easy realization to come to terms with. You may want to look away. Walk out even. Many will.
Michael Haneke shocks audiences nationwide, today, with his Americanized remake of his own German language original.