Saturday, October 31, 2009
THE TIME TRAVEL PROJECT?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Intermedia/New Media Presents Sara Black of the artist collective Material Exchange
Sara Black
Visiting Artist Lecture
Thursday, November 5
6:30-8:00 PM Adler E105
Material Exchange is an artist collective that creates installations, games, designed objects or spaces, and direct exchanges. They say about their work, "The world is filled with things made for a specific purpose. When their purpose has been fulfilled, or their valued properties diminish, there is often some material remainder. Our projects attempt to extract or exploit that history,
-as a celebration of the human and biological labor embedded in materials,
-as a means of investigating the complex relationships between humans and things, objects and images, representations and their referents,
-as an inquiry into the various forms of being,
-as an elaboration of the western interest in found materials from Duchamp's experiments with ready-mades to driftwood figurines, from Rauschenberg's combines to ethnographic artifacts and religious reliquaries,
-as a symbolic or tactical intervention,
-as an antidote to expansionist economics,
-as alternately apocalyptic and utopian"
The projects of Material Exchange have been exhibited at the Smart Museum of Art, The Experimental Station, the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, The Betty Rymer Gallery, Gallery 400, The Hyde Park Art Center, Threewalls, Eyebeam, The Park Avenue Armory, The DeVos Art Museum and others. Other projects include collaborative workshops or courses with art and design students at the Northern Michigan University, Illinois Institute of Technology, Harrington College of Design, Braddock Active Arts, The School of the Art Institute of Chicago, and Street Level Youth Media. Material Exchange is Sara Black, Alta Buden, John Preus, and David Wolf. More information available at www.material-exchange.com
Sponsored by the School of Art and Art History, part of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences
Individuals with disabilities are encouraged to attend all University of Iowa sponsored events. If you are a person with a disability who requires an accommodation in order to participate in this program, please contact the School of Art and Art History at 335-1771.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The Owls Are Not What They Seem (an open letter to Milla Jovovich
I'm not sure how many more chances I can give you, honestly. You never fail to disappoint me with your films, yet I can't deny that I think I've seen every one that you've put out. I can't even really name a good one you've ever made. Maybe The Fifth Element, but the rest have been bombs. Badda big boom, you know?
When I took my lady friend to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show, they gave us both free passes to see your new film, The Fourth Kind, which we did, tonight! You would've been pleased by the turn out.
You would've been less than pleased, I imagine, by some of the laughing during the film. Your new thriller was thrilling, sure, but honestly, it was a bit much at times.
Can I just say that you are the least convincing character with a doctoral degree since Tara Reid's turn as an archaelogist in Alone in the Dark. I would worry about offending you with this, but you know I will keep seeing your movies. Though I'm not sure why. I think the fact that I could even make that comparison proves I won't judge you for what can be objectively described as cinematic atrocities. I just wish you would make a good movie or two. I mean, for every Ghost Rider, Nicolas Cage delivers a Leaving Las Vegas.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Picturing America
Although both have educational missions and resources, “Picturing America” is a program that aims too high by making blanket statements about the power of art to “tell the story of the United States through forty of its masterpieces.”
“Picturing America is an innovative program that helps teach American history and provides students with a gateway to the entire universe of the humanities.”
“Perpetuating democracy is difficult… Picturing America conveys our common heritage and ideals by bringing us face to face with the people, places, and events that shaped our country.”
“The selected works of art are accessible yet challenging… Placed side by side around the classroom, they can be grouped to show many perspectives on American history.” The works represent a select demographic of artists and their perspectives—generally educated, upper to middle class individuals. These fixed vantage points encapsulated in each work of art may collectively begin to tell stories, and I can’t argue that showing students art and talking about images isn’t a good thing, but to marry grand narratives about history with individual artworks, symbols and icons seems far reaching and simplistic.
At the same time, it is also a very “safe” program. Like many government funded arts initiatives, “Picturing America” beds art with some other subject matter (here it is history) in order to sell it to policy makers and fiscal agents. Aligning art with anything else, but particularly the “core” subjects—science, math, etc., where quantifiable learning outcomes can be measured through test scores—instantly earns more cache. Now, aligning art with American history and giving it a shot or two of nationalistic and patriotic overtones makes it a sure bet to get funded.
After getting fired up about the “Picturing America” site, I returned to Mark Klett’s work on the American landscape. In contrast, I found the work of Mark Klett to be captivating and elegant, if perhaps a simple conceit— observing places as dynamic and shifting sites transformed by both natural processes and human intervention. For the past thirty years, Klett and a team of photographers have been re-shooting turn-of-the-century American landscape photos. Retracing the paths of photographers such as Eaedward Muybridge, Timothy O’Sullivan, and William Henry Jackson, Klett’s personal investigations of these sites trace what were typically government commissioned photographs by the early U.S. Geological Survey during the years of westward expansion. Klett and his team took care in photographing the sites from the exact same locations, perspectives/point of view, and time of day. His team took a set of photographs in the 70s (Second View) and have been photographing these sites again (Third View).
Rephotographing and revisiting sites for documentation is a trend I have also come across in the work of artists who are interested in the landscape and particularly climate change. I found a book at the Iowa City Public Library (which I cannot recall the name of) in which a photographer traveled throughout the Arctic documenting receding glaciers over a span of several years. The images were strikingly beautiful—crystal blue icebergs floating across a milky green ocean, twisting glaciers at sunset. He clearly stated in the introduction that his hope was for this book to raise awareness about climate change—to visualize the real effects of climate change. I return to the questions about the power of an image and our expectations for what an image can say or do, particularly when it seems that most artists’ impulse, perhaps a result of formal training perhaps the influence of art history, is to make “good looking” images—melting glaciers and seas of ice may be a terrifying reality of climate change, but they can make for beautiful pictures and paintings. Hello sublime. Hello romanticism.
There are many similar projects, like the one of David Buckner, who sailed on a 100-year old Dutch schooner with a dozen artists to make work about the changing climate. Buckland was quoted in an interview with NPR:
“The problem with scientists is that they make these [statements]—you know, the Greenland icecap is going to melt, or the sea level is going to rise, or the temperature is. They are very abstract concepts. But I think what artists did is to find a way of making the stories personal. So if you see a glacier crumbling in front of you, then that is your story—your personal story—that you bring back.”
Just a few days ago I was walking down the sidewalk with someone and we were both admiring the clouds and sunset when he remarked that the effects of global warming on the atmosphere is probably going to be very pretty. Scientifically, I’m not sure if it will spur Turner-esque sunsets and skies, but the landscape and the skies are certainly going to keep shifting and changing, just as the stories we embed into the landscape will keep shifting and changing, and the ways we picture our experiences and make pictures about them keeps changing. Even if an artist works with the intent of documenting the landscape or history or an event, he or she is always narrative-izing it, particularly when done in retrospect, as with “Picturing America.” To neatly fit something as abstract as the story of an entire nation into forty pictures asks an awful lot not only of pictures but puts a lot of power into the hands of all those picture-makers.
You Can Never Go Home Again (Away Games and "I'm Coming Home")
The same, it seems, could not be said for midnight screenings of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I'm sure there are still many places in this great country of ours that showcase lively nights of the rock opera, but Iowa City, as it has become abundantly clear, is not one of them. Well, not anymore. Anyone that has had the "pleasure" of meeting me likely knows that I studied at this University for my undergrad years. Beginning as a freshman, I saw RHPS at the Bijou theater every year around Halloween, and it is one of my fondest memories. The rushing in on water last year, and the rushing out of my undergrad friends meant that I didn't see it last year, and that was something I had been regretting frequently. That is, I was regretting it until tonight. I took my lovely girlfriend, an RHPS virgin, to the Bijou's return to screening the film, and I was highly disappointed. Anything that is based on audience participation lives or dies by the people who attend, and this can be a death sentence if folks just don't come. My worries that no one would show were calmed when the theater actually turned out to be nearly full. In years past, my dreamlike memories recall sold out shows and lines out the door, of which tonight's turnout was certainly not reminiscent, but there did seem to be enough people that one would not feel self-conscious doing the time warp. While there were quite a few people there, they sat silent during the film, occasionally laughing at things in the film that aren't all that funny, quietly humming along to the songs, and just being bores, if I may say so. An agent of the Bijou tried to break the ice and make it a real RHPS experience by yelling some of the call-back lines, but these were fairly few and far between. Also, it's funny when a whole theater yells "slut" every time Susan Sarandon appears on screen, but when it's one guy in the back row, it's really kind of annoying.
I left the theater feeling sad and, having yelled out some of my favorite call-back lines to a nearly silent theater, a bit self-conscious. My girlfriend told me that it must be a generational thing and that younger people just don't get it anymore. Perhaps, but I'm nowhere near old enough for the that argument to make a lick of sense. I guess we've just reached that point. My parents saw RHPS when they were in college and so did I, but a year or two later, it seems that youth are looking for their own movie, their own experience. I've heard Tommy Wiseau's The Room described as this generation's Rocky Horror, and I can certainly see the parallels, but I really don't think it will ever have the wide spread appeal that RHPS. A new champion will rise, I suppose, to take the crown of Midnight Movie Cult Phenomenon, and I hope that I'm not too old (read: cynical) to enjoy and take part in it. I will be really interested to see what it might be. I shiver with antici...
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Weekender
FRIDAY
Part 1:
Intermedia Open House | U of I Studio Arts (1375 Hwy 1 West/”Menarts”) | 7-9 pm | FREE
There is nothing quite like the annual Intermedia Open House.
Formerly divided into graduate and undergraduate shows, the School of Art and Art History’s Intermedia department now has enough space to present all the artists at one show.
Certainly worth the trip out to the old Menards — converted last year for use as the U of I Studio Arts building — the Open House will present interactive displays, sound installations, and art that defies categorization. Also, did you know the U of I School of Art and Art History is the true and original home of intermedia, invented in the 60’s by UI Professor Hans Brader?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Picturing America
http://picturingamerica.neh.gov/index.php?sec=home
About Picturing America
Great art speaks powerfully, inspires fresh thinking, and connects us to our past.
Picturing America, an exciting new initiative from the National Endowment for the Humanities, brings masterpieces of American art into classrooms and libraries nationwide. Through this innovative program, students and citizens will gain a deeper appreciation of our country’s history and character through the study and understanding of its art.
The nation’s artistic heritage—our paintings, sculpture, architecture, fine crafts, and photography—offers unique insights into the character, ideals, and aspirations of our country.
Picturing America, a far-reaching new program from the National Endowment for the Humanities in cooperation with the American Library Association, brings this vital heritage to all Americans.
By bringing high-quality reproductions of notable American art into public and private schools, libraries, and communities, Picturing America gives participants the opportunity to learn about our nation’s history and culture in a fresh and engaging way. The program uses art as a catalyst for the study of America—the cultural, political, and historical threads woven into our nation’s fabric over time.
Collectively, the masterpieces in Picturing America, used in conjunction with the Teachers Resource Book and program Web site, help students experience the humanity of history and enhance the teaching and understanding of America’s past.
Monday, October 19, 2009
A few notes from today's critiques
David: I briefly mentioned the artist Teresa Hak Kyung Cha as someone who worked with language and the difference between spoken and written words. You should also look into some of the image aggregator works by people like George LeGrady and Adriene Jenik.
Isaac and Teresa: I think you both might be interested Michel Chion's work on sound that I mentioned in Teresa's critique today. Also, you might like to see some of the work of Kyle Canterbury, an extremely young artist who has made an impression on some influential people for his poetic ruminations on video.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
the Mo+# (pronounced Black Butterfly)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Gurlesque
http://exoskeleton-johannes.blogspot.com/2008/07/gurlesque-brief-note.html
A blog post in slow motion.
Friday, October 9, 2009
open house package/program
For Open House print materials, Josh has a great poster developed, Teresa and Taryn are working on a punch/stamp card, and I'm trying to create a program that incorporates Josh's design, includes a SA map and holds Teresa & Taryn's card. Below is the first concept of how it can all come together. This is still very much a work in progress... Any thoughts?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Open House Mega-Update
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
How Nonsense Sharpens the Intellect [not that I endorse needing a reason to be absurd]
Book of Liz
The Book of Liz
October 8-18, 2009
By David Sedaris and Amy Sedaris
Directed by Anthony Nelson
David Thayer Theatre
It's a simple recipe: Take one of the funniest satirists around, combine him with his equally funny sister and coax them to write a play. Add a dash of religion, a hint of "The Wizard of Oz". Shake and Bake. That's the essence of The Book of Liz, the story of Sister Elizabeth Donderstock whose cheeseballs are the pride and financial sustenance of her Amish-like community. Feeling underappreciated, Liz decides to set aside the work, the beards, the furniture and the cheeseballs and hit the road, her llama in tow. Irreverent and hilarious, the play pokes fun at the religiously conservative, AA, homosexuality, and the question of what a breakfast burrito really is.
Tickets:
Non-Students: $17
Seniors: $12
Youth: $10
UI Students: $5
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Bio-Art and others
Oron Catts: Symbiotica
Adam Zaretsky: Emutagen's Workhorse Zoo
Joe Davis: Genesthetics
The work of these folks and others would be interesting to think about in relation to Ryan's article outlining the differences between an artistic and scientific worldview.
I also mentioned Brian Holmes's article The Flexible Personality, some of the work of Gregory Sholette, and Ned Rossiter and Geert Lovink's My Creativity Reader, which is really about the UK but has some crossover to here.
Late breaking news: I just remembered the name of the Chicago artist Katie Hargrave and I couldn't think of in class: Paul Lloyd Sargent. The project is Echo Loco, from 2004.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wip Festival Report
Note from Chicago: Heartland and Everybody
Heartland is a big project that unfolded over several years. The curators (Charles Esche, Stephanie Smith and Kristen Niemann) conducted a series of research road trips in an area shaped literally as a heart, centered on the Mississippi and extending from New Orleans to Minneapolis, the Delta to to Detroit. The trips served three functions: first, an attempt to reconceptualize a word that typically refers only to a handful of Midwestern states and their amorphous traditional values; second, an inquiry into cultural production as a regional expression; and third, part a new method of finding emerging artists that relied on local networks and word of mouth, rather than the gallery system. Unfortunately, the Smart Museum's temporary exhibition galleries are so small that this interesting curatorial premise was only apparent from the wall text and a small display of binders and photos from the trips. The show, which has a lot of really interesting work, feels a little like a very compressed survey, with radically different ways of working put in exciting, if somewhat disorienting, proximity. Only about half of the work was really about place or the region, which disappointed me as one of the exhibiting artists whose work deals with those themes and who might have liked a more focused curatorial agenda. But the show presents an engaging mix of work being made in/about the center of the nation and a good combination of emerging and established, regional and international artists. I really enjoyed work by Jeremiah Day, Deb Sokolow, Detroit Tree of Heaven Woodshop, and Julika Rudelius. I haven't had a chance to spend much time with the catalog yet, but it looks like it will more than make up for what wasn't possible in the tight space of the show.
The following day, I headed over to I space for "Every Body!" Visual Resistance in Feminist Health Movements, 1969-2009," curated by my friend and collaborator, Bonnie Fortune. In contrast to "Heartland," the show had a very tight agenda and a strongly historical feel, with visual and textual works spanning four decades of activism and education concerning women's health. In light of recent exhibitions that treat the 1960s as style, Every Body! reminds you that there was--and still is--a lot at stake. I particularly enjoyed the trio of works by University of Iowa alumna Faith Wilding, including a minimal and sensitive "central core" drawing from the 70s that is amazingly beautiful and a series of watercolors from the late 1990s based on female circumcision and vaginal reconstruction techniques. When these works are seen in person, the oft-repeated dismissal of these kinds of works as being hopelessly essentialist comes off like a desperate attempt to avoid dealing with the complex feelings of attraction and revulsion such images evoke. The show, which includes drawings, performance work, painting, blogs, zines, video, and posters documenting work by artists and non-artists alike, reminded me how much unfinished business remains in achieving physical health and bodily integrity for women around the world. At the very least, it was the most appropriate exhibition for public breastfeeding that I've ever seen.
The other exhibition at I space was "Glue Factory," a project on aging by the Museum of Contemporary Phenomena. This was a nice little show documenting a series of community- and discussion-based projects in which participants shared their thoughts and fears about growing older. Although I wished to see it in a more public place (like a school or a mall), I really enjoyed the textual and visual components. In addition, the two shows played off each other nicely, which doesn't always happen at I space due to the rotating curation the space uses.
October Artforum
A Dog's Life
Last week I got a chance to see a performance of a “new-ish” musical at Riverside Theatre directed by a colleague of mine, John Kaufmann. A Dog’s Life, which was first produced by the American Heartland Theatre in Kansas City, is a family-oriented piece by Sean Grennan and Leah Okimoto. It’s a pretty small play with only four actors – three of which play dogs. The intent of the play seems to be focused on the celebration of the relationship everyone enjoys with a dog. With Brechtian quotes about dogs from famous people like Groucho Marx framing each scene, the play’s over-riding “message” is that people are able to enjoy an unconditional and uncomplicated love with dogs. Unlike the relationship one has with a friend, parent, significant other, etc, a friendship between a person and a pet is pure and unfettered.
I love dogs. I love most animals. I have two pet bunnies that I’m crazy about. But I left this performance feeling pretty hollow and, in a way, manipulated. It seems that this was an honest attempt at creating family entertainment, but the absence of any real action or dramatic conflict makes this play not much more than a musical revue featuring singing dogs. A better way of describing it might be to liken it to a series of mildly humorous anecdotes about pets. While I have a soft spot for the little critters, I found myself wanting to see actual animals onstage than humans portraying them.
Essentially, the play seems to have no idea what it is. On the one hand, it’s about the lives of three dogs. The authors paint very articulate pictures of the characters of these dogs which led me to believe that we will follow their emotional journeys throughout the piece. Instead, just when I started to become invested in a character, the play would come to a grinding halt for mind-boggling numbers like Three Dog Night that did little to advance the action. Since the performance was really just 2 ½ hours of pure fluff, about 80-90 minutes of this work could be excised. Furthermore, handling a subject as timid as dogs really suggests that this is family entertainment. So when mild swear words get dropped during the piece, I was left wondering exactly who this play was for.
The play’s faults lay mostly with the authors of the piece. Director John Kaufmann did all that he could with the work. His decision to treat the play as a kind of vaudevillian act was an extremely effective one – allowing the audience to better relate to the show. David Tull, a recent graduate of the MFA Acting program at the University of Iowa, did his best as the top dog of the show. His charm was infectious and his sincere depiction of a hapless canine instantly brought to mind the image of every silly dog or bunny I’ve ever known.
Regardless of the play’s many flaws, a genuine sincerity and potent love for the subject matter is ever-present in this musical. The audience is helpless to not love each of these “dogs” and furthermore identify with the dog owner (a charismatic Jim Van Valen). The play’s ending brings to mind the best parts of the disgustingly schmaltzy film Marley & Me – a film I watched almost against my will this summer. The penultimate number “I Have to Go” is, you guessed it, about the end of the dog’s life and his passing. Of course, regardless of the quality of the script, there was not a dry eye in the house (myself included). It was clear that everyone in the theatre was immediately recalling the loss of a pet that happened to them at one point in their life. Only those with a heart of stone could have resisted such heartstring tugging. In this regard, I guess, the play is a success. But I couldn’t help but feel that this was a kind of emotional cheap shot akin to a cheap laugh. Of course the passing of a pet is painful. Who doesn’t get upset when thinking about the loss of their dog, cat, horse, etc? Setting this heartbreak to music was powerful and effective, but it didn’t make up for the previous two hours.
I suppose family entertainment is a tricky affair. When Pixar tackles it with films like WALL-E and Toy Story, we see not only a crowd-pleasing blockbuster but an innovative piece of cinema endeavoring to take the form to new heights. In theatre, however, family entertainment can often miss. Most family shows, or children’s theatre as it is often called, caters to the lowest common denominator. I don’t believe A Dog’s Life does this, but I do think it suffers from a lack of creativity and attention to detail. Their heart is the right place, but their wits need to go along for the ride.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Tiny Bubbles
I found some excellent records at the local thrift store, got some on eBay, and found quite a few at the fleamarket in What Cheer this weekend! Will definitely be playing some good stuff this upcoming Sunday. The show before VeeGeePlus, Our Majesty's Hour, will be on vacation this week, so you can look forward to a two-hour version of the show Sunday! That means I'll have to bring double the records to the studio, but I could use the workout anyways. Here's the playlist from tonight.
Tiny Bubbles (The Bigger Sound) - Jan and Bill Bigger
Mr. Lucky (Best of Henry Mancini) - Henry Mancini
Three Cool Chicks (Bomb the Twist) - The 5,6,7,8's
Daddy (In Person at the Americana) - Julie London
As Time Goes By (Miss Ponytail) - Pat Suzuki
Quiet Nights (Something Special for Young Lovers) - The Ray Charles Singers
Look Around (Look Around) - Sergio Mendes and Brasil '66
Ricordate Marcellino (Confetti) - Les Baxter
Peter Gunn (Boogie Woogie + Bongos) - Hugo Montenegro
Bittersweet Samba (Whipped Cream and Other Delights) - Herb Albert
La Mer (The Rivieras) - 101 Strings
If We Put Our Heads Together (If We Put Our Heads Together) - Ernest Tubb and Loretta Lynn
Don't Worry 'Bout Me (Organ Moods at Midnight) - Merlin
Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor (The Moog Strikes Bach) - Hans Wurman
Jailbreak (Jailbreak) - Thin Lizzy
You're Tearing Me Apart, Lisa
The Room, Tommy Wieseau said, is the place where you make the rules and where everything is what you want it to be. Unfortunately, The Room is also a film by Wieseau, and it exists in the real world, where one is not so omnipotent.
For those not familiar with Wieseau's film, which he directed, starred in, prodcued, and executive produced, The Room is probably the greatest piece of camp cinema in the past decade and is now viewed at late night screenings, joining the prestigious pantheon of midnight movies with The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Pink Flamingos, and Priscilla: Queen of the Desert. Much like RHPS, fans of the film endure repeated viewings, made easier and more fun by yelling out jokes and throwing things at the screen. Unlike RHPS, however, Wiseau's claims that the film is intentional camp, which in most minds would be mutually exclusive), are quite hard to swallow. While RHPS is obviously an homage/pastiche/parody of b-movies and horror cinema, and builds an aesthetic around such a proposition, The Room just seems to be poorly made. However, it is the degree to which it is poorly made that makes it truly a thing of beauty.
The plot is nearly non-existant, featuring a love triangle between Jonny (Wieseau), his "future wife" (for some reason, mostly likely an issue with Wiseau's unattributed and mysterious accent, the word "fiancee" is never used) Lisa (who is beautiful and looks good in a red dress, at least according to every male in the film), and Mark, Jonny's best friend (a fact that Mark mentions ad nauseum, with the highest frequency before his multiple sex scenes with Lisa). Side plots, such as Jonny's young neighbor Denny nearly being killed by a drug dealer and Lisa's mom finding out that she has breast cancer are dropped as quickly and abruptly as they are brought up.
Anyway, as Wiseau would say, I rest my case. I am not merely writing a movie review here. You see, Tommy Wieseau himself was in town on Thursday night to screen his film and to do some question and answer with the audience. Before the film, one of the audience members actually brought up the question of intent that is so often asked in connection with The Room. Had Wiseau actually intended for it to be a black comedy, as he now says, or had he set out to make a dramatic film, as it seems, and merely failed in his honest effort? It is perfectly understandable that Wiseau would take this defensive position when he film became the laughing stock and drunk destination for film buffs in California, and eventually the rest of the world, but his behavior and demeanor make it very hard to believe what he says. Avoiding most questions and answering every other one with non-sequiters (his response to one question about whether he prefers shooting on video or 35MM included "I heard you guys had a flood here before, never mind about that, ok, I rest my case, next one"), and generally acting, as one of the people I have discussed the event with described as, schizophrenic.
I went into the screening holding the firm belief, as many others do, that Wiseau is merely a bad filmmaker trying to be in on the joke, instead of being the butt of it. However, having seen him in person, and having interacted personally with him, I now wonder if maybe the joke isn't on us. There is a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind that we are seeing a character being performed for us, both on the screen and in person. His odd behavior and unwillingness to give simple details about himself (questions about where he and his accent are from are met with an answer of "see, that is a question which one must not ask"), seem less and less like the product of a troubled personality and more, perhaps due to recent works by people like Sacha Baron Cohen, like a put-on.
When asked what the room is referring to, Wiseau always gives the explanation that The Room is where one makes their own rules. I began this writing by saying that Wieseau's film did not exist in the room. He could not make it something that he didn't intend it to be, but if Wiseau is more than he appears, a genius performance artist as opposed to a failed filmmaker, perhaps this really is The Room.
Friday, October 2, 2009
WiP - Thursday
Also, Craig was in an orange box making orange juice with episodes from his and Florina's web series, Daidaiiao, watchable at www.vimeo.com/4606073. It's well worth your time.
Laura had the following to say about Craig and Florina's instillation:
Florina and Craig's 'Daidairo' orange juice installation was so incredible today! I received orange juice in half an orange with a heart drawn on the bottom, and a small cup of orange juice with pseudo Japanese writing. Craig didn't speak for about 4 hours, during which he took on the persona of one of his many alter egos, "Yoo." He also sat inside a large orange box that seemed to control his every emotion, thought, and ability to access the outside world.It was pretty amazing.