Geeks GUTting Movies

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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It’s become a cliche to note that large swathes of popular culture have been taken over by nerds and geeks. Zombies, vampires, hobbits, monsters, aliens, and superheroes abound. Among this summer’s most hotly anticipated long-form digital entertainments are TRANSFORMERS: AGE OF EXTINCTION, GODZILLA, MALEFICENT, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2, THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2, X-MEN: DAYS OF FUTURE PAST*, DAWN OF THE PLANET OF THE APES, and GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY. (Sure, there’s always Oscar season come September, but hasn’t it felt like an irrelevant afterthought for years now?) But I’ve noticed lately that we’re not just getting geek movies and TV, we’re getting a whole new geek way of experiencing movies and TV.

For example, have you noticed the trend among movie geeks to look for Grand Unified Theories? Like physicists trying to unify universal gravitation and quantum mechanics, the highest form of geek movie appreciation is the theory that unites disparate films. There’s the Pixar Theory that posits all of the studio’s films occur in the same universe, the Tarantino theory that hypothesizes that all of his films are connected, and another that ventures that “Breaking Bad” leads to “The Walking Dead.”

cosmicwebWhat to make of this? I think it’s attributable to at least two geek characteristics. First, there’s a strong preference for art that involves a lot of world-building. Science fiction, fantasy, video games, and Dungeons & Dragons all to one degree or another involve the creation of immersive alternative realities, geographies, and myths. If geek art values world-building, why shouldn’t geek appreciation do so as well? Second, geeks love having their “minds blown.” That phrase crops up repeatedly.** Like Darwin explaining evolution, they want the curtain pulled back to reveal a complex underlying structure. The Tarantino theory linked to above was written in response to the question, “What fan theories have blown your mind with their devastating logic?” Here’s Cracked on 6 Movie and TV Universes That Overlap in Mind-blowing Ways. On reddit, readers are constantly looking for mind-blowing booksOne of the most popular Internet memes plays off Morpheus’s mind-blowing (and simultaneously world-building) exposition in THE MATRIX.

Woah.

Woah.

All of this raises the real question: why do geeks find these Grand Unified Theories for art so compelling? Why the need to have their minds blown? And how soon before they start applying this kind of appreciation to non-geek art?, e.g. “This theory of how the Warner Brothers 30s crime movies all occurred in the same universe will blow your mind.” Any thoughts?

Related

  • Back here I wrote about ROOM 237, the documentary about Kubrick’s THE SHINING that consisted of mind-blowing fan theories.
  • Paleo Retiree mulls over NYMPHOMANIAC. He told me he’s working feverishly on a post titled “How the Films of Lars Von Trier, Roy Andersson, and Ingmar Bergman All Take Place In the Same Universe.”

*By the way, as a kid I spent way more time than is healthy puzzling over and arguing about Chris Claremont’s and John Byrne’s X-Men storylines. If you told 12 year-old me that “Days of Future Past” would one day be a huge summer blockbuster, but that 38 year-old me wouldn’t give a shit, I’m fairly certain that 12 year-old me would cry like a 4 year-old girl.

**Pardon the pretentious digression, but I’m reminded of Susan Sontag’s comment that, “Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their mind.” Given that the average geek has no use for religion, maybe they need art to fulfill this mind-blowing function.

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Fashion Do or Fashion Don’t?

Paleo Retiree writes:

Spotted at the local farmers’ market a few weeks ago:

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He isn’t the only guy out and about in what appear to be pyjama bottoms that I’ve run across in the last year or so. Who (or what) gave men the idea that appearing in public in pyjama bottoms was acceptable?

Hey, another question: What if it turned out that I’m a gayguy with a thing for young daddies in pyjama bottoms? Would that turn this admittedly sneaked-off photo into a Creepshot?

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Eyesore of the Month: The Ordos Museum

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Designed by the firm MAD Architects (pausing so you can snicker) the Ordos Art & City Museum, located in Inner Mongolia, China, is blobitecture at its finest. Or should I say, at it’s “finest.” It resembles nothing so much as the Statute of Liberty’s fresh turd or that beached whale the Canadians are afraid is going to explode.

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The city of Ordos is one of those creepy Chinese growth-for-growth’s sake ghost towns. Ignoring that elephant in the room, the Arch Daily link above states:

Located in the new city center of Ordos, the space itself is deeply rooted into the local culture. Although it has contemporary presence, there is a chance to think over what the term “local culture” means, where it is rooted and what it can become in the future.

As for the gallery spaces, we didn’t know what kind of exhibitions they would hold, so they are designed to be flexible.

A purposeless museum located in a peopleless city. It’s like a readymade setup for a new Paul Auster novel.

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Movie Still Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

fat-girl-handbill-imageAnaïs Reboux and Roxane Mesquida in Catherine Breillat’s FAT GIRL. And if you haven’t already, you really should read PR’s essay on Breillat’s ROMANCE.

As you can probably tell, the actors are looking in a mirror in this shot. Actors’ faces reflected in mirrors is a movie cliché I never tire of. I sometimes wonder if you could write a history of film performance and shot composition using just this one device. OK, maybe not a whole history, but surely a decent blog post, right? Hmmm…

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Gaudi and the Perfection of the Gothic Style

Sir Barken Hyena writes:

First let us begin with a video. This shows via clever CGI what remains to be built of Catalan architect Antonin Gaudi’s signature building, the Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família in Barcelona, Spain, under construction since 1882 and slated for completion in 2026. They’ve got their work cut out for them from the looks of it:

Seems like this completion date is tad optimistic, until you hear that they can now use CNC milling to automate the stone carving. This has some amazing implications; is this the solution to the high labor costs of stone buildings? A man can dream about a tech-led revival of traditional architectural techniques can’t he?

Now I’m not going to try to cheerlead Gaudi as the perfect architect. Looking at Casa Mila or Casa Batllo, his bizarre apartment projects, I have the same doubts about feeling at home there as I might have about living in a Frank Gehry building. And the same “art object writ large” objections, or enthusiasms, often obtain. I would probably prefer residence in buildings from Gaudi’s eclipsed contemporaries, who better rode the line between the fabulous and the familiar.

What I want to talk about is Gaudi the structural engineer. Though a student and lover of the Gothic, he always thought it an imperfect style. Flying buttresses were an offensive hack in his mind that no amount of fanciful ornamentation could remedy, but they were needed to support the towering open spaces essential to the expressive purpose of the cathedral. Modern steel buildings can accomplish this with ease but Gaudi, though he did use steel framing in a few structures, was more interested in improving the stress distribution of masonry to achieve soaring open spaces. This he did through a variety of innovative techniques.

In a Gothic cathedral the problem is this: you have to have windows to fill the space with ethereal light, but cutting the holes for them weakens the load bearing capability of the walls. Then the walls can’t support the roof, which must be done with a forest of columns. These then choke the internal space as with the Parthenon, and the effect is ruined. Gothic architects solved this problem by placing towering buttresses along the exterior sides to carry the outward force from the roof. It’s as though the building sprouts an exoskeleton. It works structurally and makes a heavenly space open up inside, but the architects struggled to integrate these massive structures aesthetically into the building as a whole. Mostly they seem to have landed on the idea of making the structures so ornate that it hid the function. If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit, or so at least Gaudi appears to have thought.

In short, you couldn’t have this:

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Without this:

Flying buttresses in action

Gaudi wasn’t buying any this, he knew that a way could be found to use the columns to take the full weight of the roof with out buttresses. Since youth he had been obsessed with structure and was a keen observer of nature. He found the solution by making his columns into great branching trees. Here’s what it looks like:

Sagrada_Familia_interior_1The branches gather the stress from the roof and collect it, functioning like the spokes of an umbrella to hold the roof up. The walls are left only needing to support themselves, no buttresses needed. So the interior space is freed up and the outside facade is left clean. Because of this the Sagrada presents a worthy facade in all directions. The results might just be the perfection of Gothic, though I imagine the architects of Chartres, or even Milan might find it a bit repellent, technical superiority aside. I think it’s grand myself.

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Another innovation visible here are the roof top skylights. The vaulted ceilings of traditional cathedrals would have been structurally compromised by cutting windows. Gaudi here uses a hyperboloid structure that supports the roof while leaving natural holes for windows, something seen in no ancient cathedral. The effect is like sunlight filtering down from the trees, the oculus of the Pantheon multiplied.

Make no mistake about it, Gaudi was a modern architect and his innovations show this. But I think his enduring value is not in the stylistic realm, amusing and delightful though he can be. It’s that he represents a path that modernism could have taken but didn’t, but might still yet.

In the meantime, let’s get those CNC stone millers a-firing!

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Architecture Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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An old schoolhouse in Midland, Michigan, now used as an archive. Source.

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Linkage

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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“Nymphomaniac”

Paleo Retiree writes:

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Right up front, let me admit that I’m not going to be reviewing “Nymphomaniac.” If a review’s what you want, read a damn reviewer. They get paid to do that shit. Instead, I’m going to invoke my privilege as a self-indulgent blogger in order to focus on one thing about the movie in particular.

The movie? Oh, c’mon, you know about it already, don’t you? Four hours long, shown in two parts, usually on separate evenings. With Charlotte Gainsbourg as a 50ish woman who has never had enough sex. (We’re told that she feels empty and so wants all her holes filled.) It’s the latest from writer/director Lars von Trier, the irrepressible Danish bad boy of contempo art cinema, known for “Dogville,” “Antichrist,” “Melancholia,” “Breaking the Waves,” etc.

At the beginning of the film, Charlotte’s a beaten-up heap on the ground of a seedy urban courtyard. She’s brought by kindly, elderly, lonely, bookish, asexual-seeming Stellan Skarsgård to his spartan little apartment to recover. As he nurses her, he coaxes her into telling him the story of her life. With alternating reluctance and defiance, Charlotte tells Stellan about the dirty-minded, daring hijinks of her childhood; about her young adulthood, full of despair and sluttiness; and about her more recent years, when she has been owning her nature. Stellan listens to Charlotte’s tales of compulsion, degradation, pain and ecstasy in disbelief and amazement, interrupting her to relate what she’s telling him to great art, as well as to religious and philosophical texts.

So there are two levels of drama and suspense going on. 1) The story Charlotte tells: how, why and when did she become a nympho? What has the arc of her life as a nympho been? And 2) The night Charlotte spends with Stellan. Will trust and openness occur? Will these two strange, withdrawn creatures be able to do anything at all for each other? Underlying the entire film is a larger question: Are connection and redemption — let’s call the combo “love” — even possible in our de-sacralized, materialistic modern world? (Lots of visual emphasis on alienating modern spaces and architecture.)

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Architecture Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Bayeux Cathedral, France. Source.

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Knockin’

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

Slim Pickens’ demise in “Pat Garret & Billy the Kid” is probably my favorite movie death scene. Pickens, a cowboy-movie staple, was typically a farcical figure — the guy you’d laugh at between the shoot-outs and the daring feats of horsemanship. But in a movie that’s explicitly about the extinguishment of the West, and of its iconography, Pickens is no mere actor; he has symbolic significance. And the way in which Sam Peckinpah treats him here gives him mythic weight and resonance. The big moment occurs at about 1:16 in the clip. It’s a hyperreal, loaded-to-overflowing image — the kind of thing only a freak talent like Peckinpah is capable of pulling off. Pickens, fatally injured and on the verge of expiring, is foregrounded against what is little more than a puddle. But the shot’s perspective and the magic-hour lighting make it seem a great and noble river, one whose flow and essence Pickens is on the verge of merging into. What a look Pickens summons at that moment! It’s as though he, like the character he’s playing, knows this is the last hurrah, the final sunset, and he’s trying to assay the whole of his life — to process all of his feelings, memories, and reflections — even as he realizes there’s no time to do it justice. At this instant, with its almost Tintoretto-like intensity, the comic cowpoke attains heroic stature; he’s like a Viking on the cusp of Valhalla. His devoted wife, played by Katy Jurado, can do nothing but watch. She can’t reach him now.

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