Monday

Boredom might be the key phrase for yesterday (sorry this has nothing to do with the election). First I blanked my brain through a particularly unstimulating Bronte sister lecture involving literary and non-literary research methods–sounds like fun, eh?–and, in particular, a lengthy discussion on the conception-to-publication-of “The Prisoner–A Fragment“. (This makes me curious as to the reception of poetry from our generation, say 150-200 years from now. What will be remembered, written about it, who will be included/excluded, what kind of poetry will endure?)

From there I was happy go to film class and I moved on to the wildly stimulating(tongue in cheek) movie L’Avventura. Not that it was a bad film, it is part of the modernist film movement arising in the 50-60’s, and even though some of it was engaging, much of it was slow and pointless (or seemingly so). The film plays with the audience through the narrative, incorporates a more artistic cinematography, and uses the camera differently to include the audience as a part of the film. In particular, the camera initally appeared to be excluding the audience from seeing the characters faces; however, this gave me the impression I was in the film, standing right behind the characters, even to the point where a few times I wanted to physically move the character out of the way so I could see what was happening. Mainly it was full of noise and movement: cars, trains, boats, helicopters, people moving in and out of vehicles, restless people moving mechanically about their lives. The constant movement was a reflection of culture, the desire for something more, the desire to keep ourselves amused. Paradox in a boring film about boredom.

6 thoughts on “Monday

  1. If by interesting you mean boring, then yes.

    She failed to mention the exciting time we had drinking a few beers in the freezing Owl.

  2. Ah, but that really wasn’t boring–merely cold.

    Unless I was boring? (Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that).

  3. “…in a boring film about boredom.” The medium is the message, I guess? Actually, the concept you describe — the feeling of being “in the film” — does sound fascinating. I admit to enjoying the feeling of being slightly unsure about what’s happening: to be perfectly clear is a bit like having a poem (or any other artwork) “explained” (which destroys it).

  4. Pete: I agree. I liked how the film tried to include the audience in feeling boreded throughout the film. I also like being unsure in a film–the one the week before was better–Hiroshima Mon Amour. It was equally slow, but perhaps more visually stunning. (Although there was no feeling of being involved in that film, except narratively, as in the audience understands the narrative that takes place through their own conception of memory and time within the film). It was more thought provoking in that it dealt with more serious issues which, I suppose, made it seem less boring.

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