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A few months back, a friend of mine and I were sitting on his couch on a 50% wasted Friday night, trying to outdo each other with various you tube nuggets of entertainment gold. He showed me some videos in a series called “A Family Finds Entertainment” and sort of introduced/ dismissed it as elementary-excessive-art school-drivel. Quite honestly, IT WAS! BUT…it was drivel of a nature I have not yet seen. I don’t spend a lot of my media viewing time with my nose buried up the ass of used-tampon-shock-entertainment. There were no tampons in these films (to my recollection). But there were heaps of shock value coming from a frenetic editing style and costumed debauchery- vaguely reminiscent of young and old personality archetypes- and yet violently and dramatically tangential…almost as if inside the characters bodies was a bacteria that produced cocaine as a waste byproduct.
Without droning on I will fast forward *jip jip jip* to this past Sundays visit to the New Museum’s “Younger Than Jesus” exhibit. Turns out the phantom schizophrenic art student you tuber is drawing a big storm of interest:
His videos employ all the goofy editing techniques of final cut pro that would likely get film students laughed out of their undergrad classes. Silly spatial warping, invisible limbs, nonsense cutting, absurdly amateurish lighting, shitty sound, crappy actors, and agonizing action. AND IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE ANY FORM OF FILM HAS HIT ME OVER THE HEAD QUITE SO EFFECTIVELY. There are extraordinarily humorous droning segments of Ryan and friends in drag or “pop cult clown” yelling things that SOUND LIKE obscenity as they violently traipse through apartment environments so over run with props and danger catalysts- it makes disaster flicks bursting with CGI look tame.
Harvard’s best code crackers couldn’t decipher the rhetoric of the characters. Its not that it DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. It just doesn’t make sense if you look at it with the hope of the calm serenity that point of view brings. There is a VIOLENT NARCASSISM that might actually be a harbinger of piece in these times of pop culture frenzy. “I WANT TO KNOW THE RESULTS OF MJ’s AUTOPSY!!!!
The results are in: our hunger for inconsequential information is ferocious and this Trecartin dude has presented that concept as a big bowl of humor sundae with FUCKED YOU UP cherries on top!