Filtered Waters: First Few thoughts (on INGRID GOES WEST)

             Ride or Die Bitches are dead in the digital age.
              Good riddance Real Deal, rest in peace fake friends.

Fake Friends:  Mace in your Face

Take a trip along the sea.  Sailing through INGRID GOES WEST is smooth and steady, which is a good way in, though  not wholly appropriate condition to view a foray into the lifestyle of interpersonal fixation.

I speak of a fixation so overpowering and single-minded as to dictate the course of a young person's life. Nevermind (or maybe because) her mother just died, never mind (or maybe because) she just got released from an insane asylum and has barely any money and no job; she will spend anything and go anywhere to follow the friend crush.

     Apart from the insightful chronicle of fixation/compulsion, (endemic to media age isolations/social sites regardless) there is the exploration of the death of depth.  New relationships in the instagram age make people more shallow and lacking having your back IRL.
All that is left:  an occasional real reaction.
We see a lack of reason necessary to follow each of these decisions that Ingrid makes with abandon.

 After her mother passed, Ingrid is  metaphorically abandoned.  The  subsequent abandonment by her best friend signifies the propriety of the female post adolescent friendship as the strongest bond of a woman's life.  Or at least that 's how it used to be. 

        Ingrid's solution is to recreate through doubling.  Achieving a mirror screen of the one person she elects to screen is a pseudo symbiotic identical twin in the purely digital sense.
She improvises her way to a new family unit.

Making it up as one goes along is no novel narrative. America is the ground zero for evolution by way of improvisation; the path of the New.

Making up false stories is the newer America story; from 8chan to mainstream media.

       
Filters erasing all signs of  suffering as smoothly as a botox job, Ingrid self directs.  To screen Ingrid the person as a movie is an acceptance that our screens now proliferate; they invade our watches, glasses, phones and televisions.  We screen her whenever we elect to tune in via tuning out.

female frienship as TWINNING. Creating close familial bonds post mother/post adolescence

      What is kept clouded is the ultimate end game.  Illumination is black listed.  Do not look too closely for any real deal. Is a lack or a rot at the center of the hole? Everytime an interested party (there are not many) choose to dig, Ingrid shows up, blowing lines or blowing cash on distracting threads, to brush the dirt back over the spots in the earth.

No Measure for Projection

reposting from 2011 ..keeping Toback alive.

I could not tell you how often one gets inspired by watching an episode of Intervention.   Regardless, I recently  had this happen to me. The episode seemed like 2 to 3 chapters out of an awesome Vollmann I'd only half read, losing track of it three months ago. And both the television show and the book were now causing me to make further connections with 2 of my most recent movie revisitations.

The episode was titled " Latisha ', and getting inside her world for 60 minutes broke my heart. Her crack addiction kept her worldview obscured by a cheery veil, elevating her self image to 'Queen of the streets' in the fabulous ghetto of her diseased existence. The episode broke the mold of A + E 'reality' drama. The producers and director actually filmed with two lenses; one a lens of clarity, the moments of intoxication and cocaine psychosis embarrassingly clear. The second lens used was that of Latisha's own self protective or rather self projective denial. A sort of denial that is, mostly by the nature of both the disease of addiction and the nature of crack cocaine, narcissisticly destructive; self perpetuating by delusions of self importance.
This projection colored my sense of Latisha's experience of her world. It allowed me the escapism of her highly stimulated thought process and the momentary joy of her imaginary relationships.


I'd recently been chipping away at William T. Vollmann's :" The Royal Family", a sprawling dissection of genealogy and stratum of San Francisco pimps , whores, and the Unicorn of this particular zoo, the elusive "Queen of the Whores", aka "Africa."
Vollmann's male protag is haunted and degenerate. He is a noirish detective by way of a Proustian sad sack, dropped into a transgressive, insular world of fucked up folk. He is one half romantically haunted by a dead lover and one half digging progressively deeper into the mud of the royal whoredom; eventually projecting his obsessions on a whore who Judy Bartons herself into his deceased love.

How did anything strike beyond the obvious remembrance of the cool novel I'd failed in finishing?
What this television episode and this post modern novel share is a quality that also appears in films, though usually sweatier and involving pacing or the cover up of something like a heist or a murder.
This distorted self projection and fucked up self will is something of a germ. Infecting the host it leads to secondary diseases, such as compulsive behavior and addiction, be it gambling, alcohol, drugs, what have you. In films, lucky for us, it also results in projecting a world of their own diseased thinking's creation, one that is entertaining while illuminating, as well as insane, colorful and full of constant heart pounding danger.
I'm thinking of the sweat on Nomi Malone's face in SHOWGIRLS. She is three different things and they are also one and the same: victim or pursuant of Capitalism, a dancer who is a wannabee star, and an Addict. Not a surprise when in the film's fourth quarter she is revealed as an ex junkie, and we see her come alive when she does blow.
Her sweaty forehead and bugged out 'star' eyes are demonic and bothered, a distinct image yet mere mutation on the aloof vacancy in James Caan's eyes in THE GAMBLER. Any interiority ironically revealed through voiceover and the occasional sound bridge.
Both figures drawn here are playing the losing card. How can Nomi ever gain status and respect without stealing them? And how can a human being, as Ivy League as he may be, ever beat the Numbers?
In a classroom scene, Caan's collegiate professor speaks in a Psych or Philosophy class about intangibles such as Desire and Will. Things that , for Caan's alter ego of nighttime degenerate gambler find reflected only the simplest materialist games. The only expressions of emotive power and psychology in the film are those of people in Caan's world..those gangsters affected by the hustler's life and the family members distraught by Caan's risk and loss. Caan, meanwhile, remains a blank mirrored screen, and antithetical to a Nomi Malone, his own wild inner process is laid bare only by the measure of how others respond to his madness.
The film illuminates his disease by showing him as leading almost two entirely different lives. His battle is built around shame and a destructive belief of self grandeur, each fueling the other.
These filmed losers are lovers and their hatred of self and desperation to be loved is made visible in neon gemmed manicures, headdresses, coke nails, maternal robberies, and Atlantic City betting benders.

HOLY DOLLAR

installment # 1


Twin peaks


Currency watches us, we don't watch it. Its eye holds court on its back side.  Standing tall, it stares back as we cast it out into the world.
If the Pyramid on the dollar can be imitated,  then value is in moral question. Who is a fraud and what is real? Nothing material, neither paper money or gold,  holds the weight of moral fiber. So if we try to see money, here is a wilted bill, a single, foreign eye staring at US, refusing our focus, and multiplying constantly.

Toward Enlightenment; Holy Third Eye

 

And so it is.
One pyramid, one (third) eye, one dollar: , two pyramids =  two dollars, two Sherriff Trumans, two or more Agent Coopers,  =  TWIN PEAKS.

Empty symbols proliferate in the symbolic world of TWIN PEAKS.  The earth beneath it is the solid soil; Northwest America.  Lying in between the symbolic and the ground is the dreamlike construction of creative thought, a story told through an inner search.

Lynchian narratives turn that eye inward, rebuking the materialism of wealth and the holy dollar. Like the zenith of the dollar's pyramid, the third eye is as much a point and as much a foreign singular. It is uncanny in that it is like the others (the other two eyes), yet it is also wholly alien.
This is the eye that surfs the waves of inner reflection, sometimes rolling us along minute ripples for tens of minutes or episodes on end.  Other times a cascade of storming water explodes emotionally or literally (as in an exploding head or corpus.)


"REPRIEVE FROM PAIN."  Move "BEYOND THINKING."  These are two benefits claimed by the official TM (Transcendental Meditation) website. 

Center Eye is The Third Eye

The ecstatic emotion that thundered throughout the original TWIN PEAKS series also defined the film TWIN PEAKS:  FIRE WALK WITH ME.
The lightening storm of connectivity and impetus that is experienced in creative thought comes amidst a long, often otherwise quiet creative journey.
The narrative experience of David Lynch's TWIN PEAKS:  THE RETURN  follows that same course.


"The time has come for you to seek The Path.  Your  soul has set you Face to Face with a Clear Light, and you are now about to experience it in its Reality, wherein all things are like the Void and Cloudless Sky."  -- Agent Cooper, TWIN PEAKS. Original Series, Season 2.

Third Eye Blind

David Lynch's narratives  primarily trace the reactions to things that happen.
The reasons and causality are poetically tracked, abstract elements of sound and and of sight coexist with threads of sitcom normality.  My experience of TWIN PEAKS the series , TWIN PEAKS:  FIRE WALK WITH ME the film, and TWIN PEAKS:  THE RETURN series , is melodrama meeting the meditative mind.
In TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME we track Laura's increasingly desperate search for reprieve from the pain that is occurring in her life.

The psychic pain of her father raping her instigates a road of building ecstasy:  the ecstasy of seeking sexual partners, the ecstasy of ego (being the beautiful girl on campus), the ecstasy of cocaine ingestion, and the ecstasy of sobbing in sudden sober moments when something is scary and threatening you.

Cinema of Pure Capitalism- Making Everyone into a Winner or Loser

In Pure Capitalism there can only be losers and winners. The Cinema of 2016 encapsulated this extremism.  The powerful or adored win, the others lose. Losers in the Cinema of 2016 fought hard and scrappily against their oppression/demons (CHRISTINE, I, DANIEL BLAKE, WHITE GIRL) but to little or zero avail.

CHRISTINE
(loser)

       

WHITE GIRL
(loser)

I, DANIEL BLAKE
(loser)

ELLE
(winner)

Some films featured both winning and losing protagonists, highlighting the power or success one envied in the other.

DIVINES
(loser-winner-loser)

DIVINES

LA LA LAND
Stone's character starts out as the loser, but by the end her fame eclipses the brief level of success of Ryan Gosling, and  her love for him wanes.

LA LA LAND
Gosling's character does not seek fame, but money as a means to an end. The $ Machine mocks his goals, and he is ultimately punished for his love of another person and his love of music over money.

NERVE
(winner)

NERVE
(loser)

The Woman Lying on the Gurney Going Left and then Going Right

I re -watched Jean-Daniel Pollet's MEDITERRANEE  (1963) last night.  It forces your gaze on images that dominate the frame with their singularity and silence.  Ancient ruins quietly stand before us. A pumpkin patch has depth of field, but no depth of narration.  There are paths the eyes must take, such as to the left (bird sphinx) , to the right (bird sphinx), down below (bull fight from up in the stands).  How can we describe the very act of not understanding what it is to see fully, how impossibly one ever sees head on?  Pollet's film excels at making kinesis out of the struggle for accurate memory, and how that struggle makes all sight and sound impossible.  Maybe it is more true to say that his film utilizes sound and vision to engage us in a sense of what it is like to forget.

Frames focus on: ancient pyramids, Egyptian or Grecian artifacts such as an idol of a Bird Sphinx, a traditional bullfight with matadors. We see through, we see around, a direct line of sight is obscured. The camera moves nearly around the pyramids, yet ultimately denying us the full 360 view.

The fact of what we see is inseparable from the histories that created it. The direction is backward, as underlined by the film's Voice Over. The images are illustrations of a search.
We investigate by trying to move around, yet time and again we end up staring at a powerless hollow idol, or (the bullfight) a murder without a beginning or an end.


Regardless of the repositioning of the frame, and of the movement of the objects inside of it, the answer spins around in our heads, not moving us anywhere. Our vision makes us think that we move, but all is "ancient...monotonous..." The voice over tracks our nowhere progress: "We are captured in this theatre."

BEST NEW FILMS I CAN REMEMBER SEEING IN 2015

1 PHOENIX   (D: Christian Petzold)

How to End a Movie

2 FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD (D: Thomas Vinterberg)

Love Returns

3 SICARIO (D:  Denis Villeneuve)

Intense Dreamlike Reality

4 WHITE GOD (D:  Kornel Mundruczo)

Portrait of  Hagen

5 ROOM (D:  Lenny Abrahmson)

Taking Chances Pays Off

6 BY THE SEA (D:  Angelina Jolie) (tied with) + BROOKLYN (D:  John Crowley)

Compartmentalizing 

Falling in Love on Film

7 THE REVENANT (D:  Alejandro Gonzalez-Inarritu)

I Died a Thousand Times

8 TANGERINE (D: Sean Baker) (tied with) +  CAROL (D:  Todd Haynes)

Donut Time 24/7

Movie Ending Success; Composed but Longing

9 KNIGHT OF CUPS (D:  Terrence Malick)

Flawed Figure, Flawed Film;  Major Highs

10 JAMES WHITE (D:  JOSH MOND)

Lying

runner ups:
WELCOME TO NY
STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON
LOVE 3D
SAINT LAURENT

REPERTORY FILMGOING HIGHLIGHTS IN THE HIGH LIFE OF TWENTY FIFTEEN

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME.  35mm.  Lincoln Center.  D: D Lynch.  TREMENDOUS EMOTION.

LOST HIGHWAY.  35mm  Lincoln Center. D: D Lynch.  PROBABLY 1 of  3 GREATEST  FILMS OF THE CENTURY

FINGERS.  35mm The Deuce at Nitehawk.  D: James Toback.  With a barely contained in his skin Harvey Keitel.

THE DUTCHESS OF LANGEAIS.  35mm  Lincoln Center .  D:  Rivette.  Major Rivette.

BLOOD AND LACE.  16mm Anthology.  Lustig presents.  D:  Philip S Gilbert. 

NIGHT OF THE JUGGLER.  35mm (the one). The Deuce at Nitehawk. D: Robert Butler. 

SOLO TRANS.  Laserdic.  Cinefamily.  D: Neil Young/Shakey. Synthetic news, Real tunes.

          

RETURN TO OZ.  35mm Anthology.  Epically metallic fairy tales +  nightmares

DOOM GENERATION.  35mm. Anthology.  D: Araki.  Rose McGowan in mise en scene.

WHAT'S UP DOC? 35mm IB Tech.  New Bev.  BOGDANOVICH.

THE BLACKOUT.  digital. KGB. D: Ferrara.  With the best theyve ever been Modine... and Hopper.  Erasing the present + re-writing the past

THE PROFESSOR.  35mm, Lincoln Center. D: Zurlini.  With a bleary and blousy poet named Alain Delon.

SUICIDE LANDSCAPE.  16mm Lincoln Center  D: James Benning.  his one partially narrative /acted film was my biggest discovery of the year. Radical.  Tubular.

I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU.  35mm Technicolor.  MoMA.  D: Borzage.  This was nuts in the best way.

VISIT OR MEMORIES AND CONFESSIONS. D: De Oliveira. 35mm. Lincoln Center.  Ghost house.

PURPLE RAIN.  35mm. Anthology.  He doesn't know how to act, but he loves her.