2354 – Nowness։ What on Earth (2023 short)

A Golden LA production @staygoldenla

Written and Directed by Jimmy Marble @jimmymarble

I really liked this short by Jimmy Marble (never heard or seen his stuff previously). I owe these last gems to Scotto Moore (and Erik D mentioning him in his last AI and Acid Western burningshore news) recommendations on This Newsletter Cannot Save You. Since the lockdown is over everything seems to live a FOMO existence – as if to catch up with everything that could have happened but did not. Maybe it is also a celebratory mood – a sort of death’s dance after death in the midst of several bloody wars, and the quadruple number of fossil lobbyists at COP27-Glasgow. COVID isolation seems suddenly to have evaporated in a purple cloud of vacations, still I am not the only one who feels this lockdown and what came after is one of the most significant and transformative events in our lives. What do we owe to the trail of the sick and dead? I deeply recommend a comics by Julia Gfrörer translated in Romanian by Dezarticulat about plague living then and now and the ongoing Plague Poems. Julia Gfrörer comics make it transhistorical and maybe such difficult anticipative comics make it easier to move with the difficult times we live trough. But zeitgeist is also something that gets pushed away, as there was hardly a recognition of that publication in the Romanian media I am told, even by the ones who should know better and have a long-time appreciation for the sequential medium. Gonna stop here with my toothless rant. I also did not write anything about the “Una cu Pământul” Laid Waste (2017) although it came out at such a significant moment, almost too painful to commemorate for a lot who did not have the luxury of working from home or actually being able to make a living.

The What on Earth heroine wades through the amalgamation of digital and the analog that always seems incomplete. It is not Pizza Delivery mob Wars and exclusive Metaverse clubs a la Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash, but a lot of bundled insecurities, worldwide misunderstandings and provocations, anxietities felt on many levels. It is the impending absurdist doom and slapstick world of imaginary boyfriends and girlfriends, talking lamps and mumbling plants, AI hallucinations. Where are and who are the agents of change when we are following or posting on our foodie account or trying to make the perfect Insta Marble Smoothie? This seems peak depoliticized declinism (as Poenaru puts it). Yet it is good to go look into small creations and dablings into the sticky smoothie of today. Going out in the world or “the return” has never been so difficult, alienating and dumbfounding. We have to give up on thinking that things will be the same, or that we are all going to slide back into our lives.

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2229 – Mee’s Forest (Chinese animation Flash miniseries 2009)

The disappearance of flash makes a lot of recent animation sadly unavailable.

It is hard to dig for these very interesting and surprising animations that have acquired cult status. Some of them are in original – so I am very grateful to various translators and animation fans that have subbed and uploaded this small treasure created by the Chinese studio Wawayu Animation and directed by Busifan and released in 2009. Not many are aware that Chinese animation (donghua) is having a renaissance and year by year is producing new masterpieces. Yet I like and enjoy this small cult series that has shown the capacity and talent early on. It is also living proof that Chinese animation is making a name for itself, along more developed and well-known examples coming from Japan and Korea.

Please go for an in-depth dive into the work of Busifan and the Wawayu studio with lots of artwork and behind the scenes and check out this wonderful post on https://animationobsessive.substack.com/p/the-wild-imagination-of-mees-forest (this is how I discovered it). I love everything about it, the creepiness, the pace and the character design that find inspiration from Chinese legends. It has a high dose of animism and is also full of strange and unexpected moments. I remember watching this while I was completely sick and weak, having a really bad case of flu and it really have me an incredible boost.

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courtesy of animationobsessive “Some of Busifan’s sketchbook drawings that led to Mee’s Forest (top row), and early work-in-progress shots from the first episode (bottom row). Courtesy of Mars Era Education and Busifan’s blog.”

2099 – Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

Everything Everywhere All at Once is a 2022 American absurdist comedy-drama film written and directed by Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert (collectively known as “Daniels” [Swiss Army Man]). The film stars Michelle YeohStephanie HsuKe Huy QuanJenny SlateHarry Shum Jr.James Hong, and Jamie Lee Curtis.

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The plot follows a Chinese-American woman (Yeoh) being audited by the Internal Revenue Service who discovers that she must connect with parallel universe versions of herself to prevent a powerful being from causing the destruction of the multiverse. The film has been described as a “swirl of genre anarchy” and features elements of black comedy, science fiction, fantasy films, martial arts films, romance and animation.

Kwan and Scheinert researched the concept of the multiverse as far back as 2010, and began writing the screenplay as early as 2016. Originally written for Jackie Chan, the lead role was later reworked and offered to Yeoh.

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The film features music composed by Son Lux, including collaborations with musicians MitskiDavid Byrne, and André 3000. Critics lauded its imagination, direction, the performances of the cast, and its handling of themes such as existentialismnihilism, and Asian American identity. (wiki)

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Many thanks to Pnea Gabi for arranging and posting this here.

A confession: after enthusing about this movie before even watching it. I’ve joined the hype around it and it is really impossible to extricate from it. I owe it to those on TW that have made me aware of its existence either by posting its beautifully chaotic poster art or by giving intriguing detailed spoilers. A good movie is one that gets discussed a lot – not in the sense of the last SW or the last Obi-Wan pitting various camps against one another – but by the variety and plurality of its responses, cold or hot takes, perspectives and viewpoints. It’s about how it tends to reach, stimulate, agglutinate these views, working its way from body visceral cinema response to daily chit chat. I say “body” because Everything Everywhere combines everything typical of what Linda Williams identified as body genres (genre’s involving powerful almost, unavoidable bodily affective transformations): slapstick comedy, melodrama, horror, and even kinky (if predictable and worn out) porn antics.

First I am going to quote from Scott C Richmond’s paper ““Dude, that’s just wrong”: Mimesis, Identification, Jackass” for a fragment I hold dear because it finally recognizes something important in the Jackass movie opening scene with Johnny Knoxville and Steve-O willingly submitting to paper cuts (as you maybe remember Michelle Yeoh’s character taps into her other multiverse selves by doing the very same Jackass stunt). Scott Richmond calls it “critical stupidity” and reminds us how stupid it is to dismiss what would otherwise be “riotously stupid” scenes. One cannot but feel pulled by both the aversion and attraction to these ‘wrong’ acts. Words do not suffice when we’re living through something that can be at once radically social,and radically antisocial. Critical stupidity could be a way to confront what is “inarticulate and deeply human” or help us deal with “irreparable exposure to others”. Denying this we end only as dismissive contemporary media refusniks basically, falling back on the tired if refined certitudes of the pure intellect. Why not give importance and enter (tumble?) a terrain of intimate and consummate ‘wrongness’?!

Theory, for Scott Richmond (and cinema theory especially so) has to deal with the most hilariously stupid, decerebrated moments of today’s dominating media experiences (think Tiktok, YT challenges, alternate reality game etc. + their horrific counterparts such as right wing replacement thesis influenced shooter youths) :

Today we must feel as pressing, somehow, that there‘s something we don‘t yet know how to account for even (or especially) in the stupidest moments our media gives us. These moments may not seem to call for an accounting, on account of their stupidity. It has seemed to me for some time that our contemporary popular cinema has lost whatever faith it may once have had in articulateness or intelligence. It has placed its faith instead in a perceiving, affected, porous, and voluptuously and irreparably exposed body. This faith in the
body is not new, but it is both increasingly intensified, the object of an aesthetic elaboration, and newly endemic, ubiquitous in our contemporary media.

One may say it has been going on especially in the work of such directors as Cronenberg yet I think it’s more about Mo Lei Tau (see below). Going to jump here to a series of worthy reviews (I am sure there is many more out there in the critical multiverse of the net), before going fractal on Everything Everywhere with what came out of an intense exchange in Romanian with good friend/cinephile Felix Petrescu from electronic duo magicians Makunouchi Bento. We like to disagree and we also gave it a long (over +30 emails) tail, in my mind close to the ‘multiverse’ format of the film. The popularity of the multiverse genre (not just from Marvel’s Dr Strange and the Madness of Multiverse to indie production but also regarding string theory is a testament to the ‘multiverse is the new zombie’ TW. On one side I agree with this diagnosis, especially the one formulated by Thomas Murphy below. No mistery that under current franchise TINA (there is no alternative) – absolute permutability appears inevitable to today’s realism capitalist enchanted by multiverse theories. This diagnosis of the exhaustion of possibility is nowadays propped up by every movie discussing availabilities that are not there for a majority of people. What is one to make of multiverse theories & future contingent possible worlds beside most of these being cringe (in TM’s view):

Thomas has got a clear point there and convergence culture offers overwhelming proof, but I am also pulled away by Guy Lardreau’s metaphysics of fiction here (further explored in a great post by Steven Shaviro). Fiction (for Lardreau’s philosophical fictions) may exist only when the real does not join the necessary. Leibnizian permutations do not exhaust possibilities or embrace some version of the anthropic principle, they do not start with our world as the best of all worlds, nor do they refuse the desolation of the actual world. These permutations do not turn away but in spite of Voltaire’s Dr Pangloss caricature, which should be taken seriously (after G Lardreau) not just as a caricature of Leibniz, but a plunge into going beyond experience or failure of imagination into how bad and disastrous most of these worlds tendentially are, especially when one has to confront an incalculable number of world making. Secondly it’s also about the compossibility or such worlds (not just of effects but of worlds within worlds) – how much they can pack, how much micro/macro they carry along.

I start with Matt Donato’s excellent review of Detention directed by Joseph Kahn (2011) an unduly forgotten self-produced mad movie that was severely underappreciated but merits rediscovery under the fresh entry of 2020 Everything Everywhere. Twenty years after, Detention needs to be appreciated as a revolutionary, fractal, groundbreaking mad SF young adult cinematic experience. Detention paved the way for Daniel’s Everything Everywhere “celebratory chaotic energy”.Their experimentalism and innovation is a result of ‘post cinematic’ ways of directing music videos and both amply confirm how important it is to train yourself beyond the cinema. Detention was the first bulwark against the rising tide of toxic nostalgia cultural industries that are built on fan-servicing and self-confirmation loops. One cannot appreciate this movie if one ignores the other (ten yr later). Like Riley says: “The only way to change the past? Change the present.” “(By finally watching Detention.)”

Then the fine point made by reviewer Kyle Turner for WM magazine. Seen through the lense of queer theory and the history of ‘lower’ cultural form(s)” of slapstick and gross-out comedy” or of Jackie Chan’s (apparently before Michelle Yeoh, Daniels centered everything around J. Chan) dealing with the Asian (and later in his Hollywood movies with Asian American) maleness. The infamous ‘butt-plug scene’ becomes here a stumbling block to the whole comedic queering of masculinity and gender, a proof that this movie is far from perfect and trips over its own well-scripted & choreographed antics. The risk is that this ‘everything everywhere’ is not an elsewhere or elsewhen but very much limited to here and now (more akin to Zizek’s decaf reality point I guess).

Even Jacobin Eileen Jones endorsed Everything Everywhere as a “Rare Triumph” for marshaling Evelyn Wang as a multilateral  “ordinary person” faced with extraordinary pressures of today’s hustle culture world, facing the constant assault of capitalist disruption mantras or Lauren Berlant’s cruel optimism while inventing her own “way of fighting”.

Then there is Mona Eltahawy’s review essay: the Menopause Multiverse – while I read this I felt the multiverse can really need more Michelle Yeoh’s and also (obviously!) if it is to explore the multiverse and not the retro-verse or a uni-mono-verse. The movie offers a valid critique of today’s society’s ageism as well (cultural products and movies mostly depicting or centered around young adults, adolescents, etc.). One cannot stick with the butt plug arche-jokes nor with a scene (since MTV) dominated by adolescent masculinity or superhero franchise multiplications and tired tropes. In her words: “Between crushing anxiety, hot flashes, red hot rage and brain fog, who does not want to beat the whole world up?”

GEOPOLITICS OF BIG TROUBLE

So here are a few personal notes, extracted from the email exchange. They aim to add a (forced?) geopolitical slant to Everything Everywhere that otherwise seems firmly embedded in the US Asian American histories. For the moment I would you to ignore the specificities of Asian American experience and representation in media, amply explored in Michelle H Huang’s excellent video essay Inhuman Figures: Robot Clones Aliens (which I covered in SFitze #3) that I urge u to watch. Somehow I see this movie as an impossible entanglement of China and the US, at a critical moment of their decoupling. This ‘divorce’ is harder and harder to assess because it feels mostly farcical and rhetorical. It feels like it is here and not here at the same time (at least in this worst ‘what if’ potential actualizations). In the face of (racially motivated) mass shootings, Asian hate crimes, anti-abortion legislation and the rising tide of ethno-politics (not just in the US), the US cultural avant-garde is trying to salvage multiculturalism against vociferous anti-immigration pushbacks, trying to avoid aligning itself with what sounds like the worst of Cold War McCarthyism (see for ex the FBI arrest of Chinese American physics professor Professor Xiaoxing Xi from Temple University in Philadelphia) or with echoes of Interment of Japanese Americans during WWII. Feels ‘multi-‘ verse is becoming popular when the ‘multi’- polar or ‘multi’- cultural is getting more and more unpopular. So in spite of multiverse exploding in cinemas (here I agree with Thomas Murphy) it seems almost to signal exactly the opposite – the failures of one version-, one- power, one- hegemon to rule them all. Everything Everywhere is about growing insecurities (in spite of all the security talk) and about saving the future by acting in the present and the dwindling ‘roles’ and opportunities for those un-aligned. One has to choose sides, and stick with any version, as economic, commercial, and technological competition btw the new blocs is gaining momentum. There is a feeling that at a moment when one cannot do without the other, everyone (especially in the West) is trying to prove that one can stake it out alone. It’s is not improbable that China would mirror that, and in the face of this US-China honeymoon cracking,  they have to stick with what they got, fly low and hope to toughen it out. No matter how derived, imperfect or remote, your own version of the US will have to do, even if this means just the victory of Disneyfication. Theme-parking the US can well happen in China without US approval. In a universe segregating from the multiverse, militarism has become acceptable, jingoism has become matter of fact and spying accusations, copyright wars, National Security State biceps flexing is the new normal. So, is it foolish to be longing for the multi-perspectival or to try and find (impossible?!) cross-overs?! Where can one build upon those interior ChinaTowns and madcap admixtures or revisit Big Trouble in Little China for all the sustenance one needs in Everything Nowhere times like these? Or maybe this is the one chance we have to welcome a last hysterical attempt (no canned laughter this time) that we might regain some measure of Sinophone or Sinophile acceptance when everyone seems to abhorr ‘verse’ jumping.

INSTITUTIONAL MOODS

Who’s afraid of Taxation? One of the major questions that Everything Everywhere raised was why the scene at the IRS with IRS inspector Deirdre Beaubeirdre (played Godzilla style by an incredible Jamie Lee Curtis)? Nobody in the above-linked reviews discusses or mentions this “IRS audit” scene beyond the ensuing martial arts battles or antics. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something there. I am tempted to quetion this universal acclaim at the fears & hates of a bare knuckles encounter with an IRS inspector (no matter if you are in Germany or Romania or US). Tax declarations produce a lot of pain. Still, for me this alignment feels disingenous (like that other US inherent evil: bureaucracies, Big Government, anything that smacks of redistribution or regulatory government bodies). Naturally, nobody is going to believe a bunch of millionaires at Davos this year protesting with “Tax Us More” signs. What is the position of the IRS baddie in pop culture, comics, movies?  Doesn’t seem to be a fixture in pop culture – and there are countless examples of US libertarian bias against both taxation and goverment agencies. Cults are gothic pop, even a reccurent haunt of the youthful republic since its inception (think Brockden Brown’s Wieland or later or Hubbard’s Scientology), and only be declaring yourself a religion (or a corporation) one might hope to escape the reach of the IRS. IRS is probably the closest you can come to a nightmare of US right-wing survivalist thinking, their worst enemy within, the Commies at home in Washington DC that prey on the ‘average citizen’, small and middle income family businesses and skins them alive for the last nickel. Family businesses, supposed ‘mom and pops’ shops are also becoming what Melinda Cooper identified as the underpinning of an unlikely alliance: that btw social conservative values & extreme market liberalism. There is one comics example I recently discovered – DC comics Lobo Death and Taxes 1996 4 vol (check especially Tax Death of the Universe) which (of course) treats the IRS as the most horrendous institution in the universe. In a system that favors tax evasions and tax heavens for the rich and where corporations pay close to no taxes, the small entrepreneur makes for a perfect victim, so audits and taxes (think laundromat owner) make for a lot of chagrin and laughs.

Of course, there are worlds where the IRS and its inspectors can be your friends (even lovers), and this is what I like about how Everything Everywhere takes on the trope of the monstrous showdown. It is also one in which the worst of the worst is not what one expects. The worst anti-climatic showdowns are bureaucratic the movie seems to tell us, and no superhero is yet a match for that. In a sense ‘verse- jumping’ also has a bureaucratic component – one has to do the unexpecte, make a request in the system. This has multicultural parallels, especially with that Chinese fictional meta-text Journey to the West – where the heaven bureaucracy is akin to the earthly, so everything is tied to filling a form – even for establishing the amount of rain. There is much hate for the IRS, but few have managed to make it a central part of the action or transform it into an arena of cosmic proportions.

ANIMATEDNESS EVERYWHERE

Everything Everywhere is also an important piece of what Deborah Levitt calls the “Animatic Apparatus” and the way it foregrounds different styles of animation (from CGI, stop-motion, motion graphics, VFX to hand-drawn animated children’s doodles styles) is a proof that we truly live at a time when animation has become a dominant medium of our times. It is also a movie that even if controlled and intentionally done – throws everything at you and does not resort to Netflix segmentation, parcellation or niche-building. No garbage separation but everything all at once.  “[A] brand new world of allatonceness.” announced for McLuhan (quoted by Shaviro – McLuhan 176; McLuhan and Fiore 63) the realm of electronic media. The allatonceness present in the movie’s very title signals this synchronicity of processes happening all at the same time, as opposed to the serial (cinematic?) mechanical Gutenberg’s printing press or Ford’s assembly line. We get a sense that every Evelyn Quan Wang is doing her own thing – even if the focus seems to be just on one at the same time, with the exception when her own image cracks – and seems to split or fan out like the traces of movement in the chronophotography of Etienne-Jules Marey.

Animatedness redefines what is “biological life” or that there are multiple routes to intelligent life or consciousness (or rather sentient life). There is a lot of talk about what are ‘good’ special effects or outstanding cgi nowdays, how does something unnatural feel ‘natural’ or how does the CGi history of a particular film director stand up to the scrutiny of fans. As we are becoming more versed in spotting the limits of unilateral FX (one might say “intrinsic limitations and inevitable breakdowns”) like the ‘third eye’ debate surrounding Sam Raimi’s last Dr Strange, FX can enliven or animate ‘dead’ stones, or even put googly eyes on eveything (including Michelle Yeoh’s ‘third eye’). Arguably it is FX and animation that make ‘multiverse’ or many-world theories more available or more popular than ever in video-clips, movies and countless other media. Animation traces the multiple forking paths and other ‘evolutionary’ outcomes along cinematic alternate universe. Otherwise the ‘hot-dog fingers’ (with both reference to Kubrick’s savannah opening scene in the A Space Odysee) would not be so inherently cartoonish and relatable. Cartoons since the early days of cinema have been showing off their independence, showing us their wobbly, elastic spastic members and fat (middle) fingers! They show off their carriers as neither evolutionary ‘fit’ nor ‘unfit’. Walter Benjamin has been attracted to the non-human aspect of animations and how such animated images have allowed non-human form gain wider acceptance, even if later he also sensed the dangers associated with this ‘everything everywhere’ modularity or malleability.

As prehensile fingers are transformed into a non-prehensile mess, the defining feature of the human species and its close primate relatives becomes an embarassment and a burden (and yes primates do not hold the monopoly on that, since there is a lot of other species with prehensile members – such as Chameleons or even caterpillars). The contingency of a world with a species having (just) five fingers or that happened to have hot dog fingers becomes apparent. Animation is not only a tool for fun but also helps us explore a more vast evolutionary phase space. CGI animations are actually the closest we have to reconstructing possible life on other exo-world & other planets, or extinct worlds from the deep past. At the same time, this animatedness also defines the felt pressures on our daily working life, where low pay & overtime has become the rule, a world where one feels pulled apart like an elastic cartoon by all the demands of productivity, efficiency and multitasking. In a cosmic and metaphysic sense, the ‘animatic apparatus’ also helps us conceive our current world around us as too responsive, too panpsychically unruly, too agential and full to the brim with much more eyes than we care to count or look into.

MO LEI TAU TRIBUTE

There is perhaps also a brash tribute (maybe a bit wistful) to that absurdist genre of action-comedy pioneered in Hong Kong – mo lei tau, the one that I also grew up with in Romania being fed on badly translated but so good. I cannot unsee those superbly choreographed and edited HK action comedy movies. Mo lei tau is unsurpassed by any other comedy genre in the west imho. I think one should never ignore this Diasporic dimension of Everything Everywhere that goes beyond the usual Asian American references, especially one that is open to an influx of different expressions coming from the ‘Asian Tiger economies’ (winks at Singapore, Taiwan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Japan) and mainland China. Especially Stephen Chow (Kung Fu Hustle, Shaolin Soccer, All For the Winner, Flirting Scholar and much more) masterpieces in the footsteps of Jackie Chan, Samo Hung and Chow Yun-fat, or even farther back to Hui Brothers trio from the HK 1970s. Mei lei tau comes from Cantonese phrase of mo lei tau gau which literally means ‘cannot differentiate btw head and tail’, or usually translated as ‘coming from nowhere’ or ‘makes no sense’. The neo-dadaism of this slapstick genre is mostly lost to the West since it involves a lot of verbiage and quick turns of phrases. Mo Lei Tau became intrinsic to Hong Kong popular culture and its socio-political background, being a harbor for mainland immigrants and also developing a new vernacular with its own verve and style, a style that would go against linguistic conventions and would be steeped in localism and cant.

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2018 – Brand New Cherry Flavor (2021)

Brand New Cherry Flavor is an American horror drama streaming television limited series created by Nick Antosca and Lenore Zion, based on the novel of the same name by Todd Grimson. 

dark, zany and shape shifting

Probably my favorite series of the last few years and one of the best Netflix experiences of the early 21 century. It might come as no surprise that this is not the usual science fiction pean – nor a radically new expression of our times, but a more modest retro tribute to 1990s body genre cinema. Not many horrors nowadays can provide such an enticing mix of grotesqueries, artificiality, comedy, x-ploitation with such panache!

It also stars what might turn out to be one of the most amazing young actresses of these end-times: Canadian-American Rosa Salazar. Salazar channels both bare knuckles, no frills, to the bitter end attitude with everything that we might regard as going-down-the-drain/doomer/crap-I-did-it-again black hole we find ourselves in.

Plenty of good, recent lists of movies take on the celeb path to destruction-perdition (or monstrous transformation into something else). The nascent, young female horror movie director turns out to be the worst nightmare of its sleazeball, libidinous, profiteering male producers or hapless boyfriends and arrogant actors. Hollywood/LA is since (1950) Sunset Boulevard the festering noir Babylon of cinematography, but also a vice-den full of vengeful aging yet still respledent and haunting superstars. Recent horrors have been turning a lot of these powerful early examples on their head somehow. In Starry Eyes – directed by Kevin Kölsch and Dennis Widmyer, a young starlet (Alexandra Essoe) gets targeted by the (unsurprisingly demonic) Hollywood elite and suffers the most horrific and non-beatific shapeshifting.

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Becoming a female star or a female director is almost like a satanist ritual or a serial killer praxis. In I blame society (2020) writer/director Gillian Wallace Horvat, uses furious irony to lacerate an omnipresent and condescending patriarchal ‘bro’ culture, too secure (and dumb) to notice how it is producing its own nemesis. A male world full of obnoxious fantasies that keeps denying female authors/directors all due recognition, respect etc. +authorship. This is not rotten to the core, it is just insufferable and blind. That is why it is swallowing the allergic sandwich, the poisoned hook, or gets butchered or ritually maimed on its own self-congratulating altar. Most of the time you will learn to root for the female director no matter what – since the situation as we know and knew even before MeeToo is pretty dire. Method acting in a male-dominated cinematic world imposes more and more bizarre contortions and transformations that never end well or with a tadah- a happy ending.

the sweltering apartment jungle

Back to Brand New Cherry Flavor – where Lisa N. Nova (Rosa Salazar) – a young horror film director enters a netherworld of sex magick, ruthless body snatching, ancient Amazonian lore, witchcraft infused transformative vendetta with plenty of unsuspected zombie voodoo/hoodoo spells. There are newborn kittens everywhere getting vomited and there is a vine growing from the ceiling of a building and hallucinatory brain worms are harvested from its pollen. All this and more awaits the unsuspecting traveler. The horrific – in Linda William’s 1991 body genre’s critical essay (melodrama, porn, horror) usually gets the ‘gross’ label attached, where blamed bodily excess on-screen somehow lets viewers be affected in the most sensationalistic and visceral ways, making detachment impossible and affects hard to deny or to refuse. One of the repeating patterns is Lisa N. Nova’s both horrific and completely ridiculous vomiting live blind kittens that usually get snatched right away. There is this sensation that everything averted might turn out to be even more horrific. When she tries to rewrite the kitten-birthing pact, her body manages to reroute the process. Processes (magical or not) have a life of their own. Kittens start exiting other parts of her body – this is all happening under the most plausible, bodily exhausting, and sticky embarrassing situations.

the debt of kittens

The movie is both eerie, both dark and colorful (cherry flavored?!) at the same time. There is this boring cliche of horror wearing its awfully drab garment proudly – full of dry red, black blood, dressed in mourning colors and hues. Brand New Cherry Flavor is anything but monochrome. In fact, it is best described as being luxuriant. It luxuriates (plot-wise also) with jungle entanglements plants and animals.

patching and changing skins

Although tarantulas and orchids have a long history in noir movies and horror trash, they did not get joined as a related (imported) ecosystem of horrors. This I find the greatest addition of BNCF to the Sunset Boulevard haunted decaying canon of silent star era mansions. It is the undeniable fact that that there might be a hothouse out there, full of exotics and a spirit world in the basement. A tropical taxonomy of non-typical growth amidst perfect preened lawns and green acres. The whole series and its characters are almost like generating their own tendrils, acting out their darkly vitalistic nature, like infesting, seductive invasive species brought onboard some crates of lingering, unwatched movie copies that got buried under production hell. Suffice to say music is also right on top.

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1904 – Ar Condicionado (2020 movie)

Air Conditioner (PortugueseAr Condicionado) is a 2020 Angolan film directed by Fradique (Mário Bastos). The film was shot in 2020 in Luanda by Generation 80. (wiki)

Music: Aline Frazao http://www.alinefrazao.com/

One would expect everyone to at least try to bunk into the new wave of Afrofuturist or Africanfuturist (also in the sense developed by the black diasporic SF or experimental music – Detroit techno aquatic Drexciya world diving) that allowed such a plethora of both and new black Speculative Fiction literature to be written and published (for example Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon). I do not particulary care if this Angolan director was educated in NY or if Mubi – the place of art house small movies (for a small fee) was involved in its making and promotion.

I find that is it decidedly rare that new Afro- or African futurist narratives, histories, speculative worlds make it onto screen, possibly because they exist separately as music videoclips or stand alone movies without literary support. While I do not think in any way that rarity or scarcity makes things automatically more precious, I find it always an incredible surprise to see such a movie being made and circulated. You could call it an extended videoclip, but this is just the more reason to watch it. It is clearly an ode to Luanda city, but also, for me at least, it gestures towards the perfect mix in the sense of teaching us true cosmpolitanism while never giving up on the cosmospolitics of that particular place. Good riddance to the Euroamerican certitudes & obnoxious art house pretense.

It is a universal or dispersed planetary decrepitude, without pushing for the universality or for the so-called atemporal qualities. It speaks of weather, or climate change as it is experienced by a majority in an unmistakable way nowadays. It is climatic without spelling out climate crisis commonplaces. It is ultimately a drift or drop into high weirdness climax that never comes (to pick on a term from Erik Davies picked again from the High Weirdness by Mail catalogue), a jumble of vacous feelings of things liveliness or expenditure, changing natures that leave nothing unturned, including our dreams that seem to escape us & leave us stranded.

A prothean unforced becoming of outer and inner states, of moods like weather reports, or what recently in his last book Michael Taussig has termed Mastery of No-Mastery(MNM) or the ‘metamorphic sublime’. The people all around are changed without showing any significant changes on the surface, yet there is inexplicable things falling, while the representational bankrupcy is even more evident. Evidently Weather charts say nil about this. Climacteric scales have long tipped over and the rigorous and dire reports of the hottest year on record is falling on deaf ears each year, even if suffering and innumerable species (including human lives) are lost as each heat wave strikes. There is ample evidence yet there is also an inability and we seem ill equipped to gauge its full blown swipe.

Harshness does not exclude trembling atmospheric effects.

Air Conditioner starts almost in a pedantic way with a series of dictionary definition of Air, as flow as manner even as style and condition/conditioning – all of which seem to need redefinition according to new events, conditions and dysfunctionalities. Ie what the Global North bombastically deemed merely functional, highly competitive, adaptive and relentlessly improvable – turns out not to be. There is also a lack of ill intent, and the characters responses seem to always have some puzzled, semi-speculative understanding of this unusual situation. I said that this small movie does not claim planetary relevance, yet is speaks globally without shouting, directly murmuring.

It this the hum of the intelligent or sentient thermostats? Is it the dreams and longings of desperate attempts to repair what is un-repairable? You could blame anyone and find culprits, scapegoating is always on others, yet this does not lead anywhere. Or where it leads is one incredible meta-repair shop (not ‘charnel house of history’) – something that is both media museum, hacker lab etc Or a true semi derelict cyberpunk venue (not its Silicon Valley or maker space incarnation) where the mysteries of black-boxed technology don’t get just fixed but somehow scavenged and re-assembled in new and unsuspecting ensembles. Time travel might mean something completely different, it might mean to feel a gush of air, a fresh breath from a broken car AC or wash in the water condensed by all these ACs. The movie is local without being nativist, still it speaks in mysterious names, without explanation, yet it speaks to all – although the security guard is just a security guard, he is a sort of West African griot, a silent bard, a survivor scarred by wars of liberation of events that never get mentioned in the news and only obliquely adumbrated.

Somehow the ordering of events are all about violent interactions of people and objects or rather objects suicidal falling down to earth ground. A rain of suicidal ACs and dazed, always wary humans trying to disentangle and solve enigmas. Even if blaming the AC of ill intent, of exhaustion seems appropriate, one risks acting like a executor of the eternal boss command that just wants his AC back in good order and get on with the job. I cannot praise enough the wandering, meandering soundtrack which makes it even more of a contemporary desert of reality oasis.

1523 – Chulyen, histoire de Corbeau de Cerise Lopez et Agnès Patron (2016)

A fantastic 2016 animation about a demiurge that does not fit with our images of the supreme being or the kreator. It is plays the trickster being role in many cultures, especially from the circumpafic (the Pacific Rim cultures), in the North from Siberia to the North Californian Native peoples. It’s also found in the Bible as the first being to fly from the ark. There’s also Huginn and Muninn devine data gathers in Scandinavian sagas. Since childhood I was enthralled by his escapist abilities, his shapeshifting ways, his dirty creationist energies and by his cunning, his unpredictable, greedy and curious nature.

Chulyen is the Dena’ina Athabascan word for RAVEN

I especially remember(cannot remember where I read it?!) one such creation story of the Pacific NW. The raven eats some especially juicy red berries that cause him to have a mid-air diarrhea, out of this he feels sick for eatint too much, and mid air he starts a shitting session. That shit thrown from heaven onto earth is the first matter that gives rise to the first crawly creepy humans, that ones opening their eyes they understand and see the difficulties of the raven creator and understand his shitting himself mid-air and they laugh, and then the raven laughs in return, looking down, amazed at his creation, ridiculing the creatures that have sprung unwittingly from his uncontrollable urge for excretion. What an incredible Genesis of humanity! What a mind-blowing scatological myth of creation, one that does not stand easy with our usual more serious cosmic written creation stories.

This French animation captures it all in a sense, as well as the weirdo, troubling, the unsettling and cannibalistic aspects of cosmogony.

Some raven resources for you curious birds out there:

Native First Nation Raven Stories

Conspiracy of Ravens