Sunday, January 22, 2006

please help me flesh out this idea that i don't even have a title for yet

critiques/revisions are welcome company:

I’ve been trying to catch up on my film watching these past couple weekends. Ended up getting a bit bogged down last year, so thank you rentals and a movie room to make the experience worth while. Just finished The Constant Gardener, a beautifully austere work that visually dissects action while the disjointed narrative reconfigures letters, lost lives, and libidos. Director Fernando Meirelles (City of God) creates a rustic motion picture reminiscent of a Cubist deconstruction with bits and pieces of understanding juxtaposed cryptic images that demand viewer reflection.

On a grander scale, Meirelles, along with several other directors, seems to be part of an fascinating shift in art, more specifically the motion picture. Recent films have displayed wide audience appeal despite their shocking or non-bourgeoisie subject matter like Born into Brothels, Syriana, and Motorcycle Diaries. The films seem to follow a single character and parts of his family as drawn into an increasing web social injustices. As the character becomes extracted from his family and drawn outside his typical stomping grounds, the plot thickens, yada yada yada and he becomes a hero and at times even a martyr. Besides the fact that some really decent films from the margins critique areas of modern culture, capitalism, and caste culture; many times these films are being distributed and consumed by the “bad guys” in their movies.

The Man vs. the System (that man has created) has become a dominant theme among filmmakers ready to stand on behalf of the exploited The struggle between man, nature, himself, etc. still exists, but like the rising depictions of everyday workers in everyday situations during the Middle Ages – the critique of the System gains strength as the art ceases to ignore the oppressive elephant in the room. Since the advent of the motion picture at the turn of the last century, the divide between richer and poorer has never been greater or as closer as it is at the turn of the 21st century. America the great has never been more feared or hated or power-hungry throughout the world. But where there is power, there is a critique of power.

As the classical Hollywood system continues to grow (see King Kong) so does the independent film circuit. The smaller and more marginalized now have more film festivals, websites, and small theaters for distribution than ever before. We as the audience (and increasingly – the art patrons) become caught in a very complex economic web similar to those portrayed on screen every time we watch a film. Does the latest propensity towards films with a distinct message imply a shift or simply a “shutter” in the film scene. With the world shifting towards more and more Western ideals (and thus problems), the increasing rates of change, and limitless artistic expression; the reality seems to be greater that we are riding an swelling wave of change away from traditional hegemonic American Capitalism towards localized united tribalism. Despite plenty of boom before a bust, the art of film has truly delivered a well-informed critique to a vastly uninformed, but listening audience.

Is the art of “Indihood” enough to move viewers to take real action in their world? Or will the Hollywood regime continue to numb audiences from their seats to their cars to their homes to their jobs successfully enough to dissociate them from the systemic problems of their week long enough to capture them next Friday night with the new release?

21 days later

Well, I’ve wanted to blog again. I just haven’t had the wherewithal. Not even sure if that is the right term, but alas I’m blogging in the year 2006. After checking out some friends’ blogs and even talking to them (imagine that – talking to your fellow bloggers), the new year is bringing about transition for many of those with whom I feel the most of kin. Myself – a wife and future to author together. My Retro bro – an African horizon (cryptic is good). A Breather of hot air – new employment for family additions and such. The Slinger of Ink – authoring a script for new life. And on his Way – a name change to the Anthony of long ago. Along with many others, we ring in the new year with a refreshed & renewed sense of life. Though we know not exactly what lie ahead, may we claim along with the ancients “Plans to prosper and not to harm” us in whatever is next.

To keep myself exercising my fingers as opposed to simply my mind, I shall try to write a simple series of reflections on the latest seasons of growth in my life. Though not a comprehensive rope or entirely personal, hopefully the slung strands regarding aspects of missional life will be at least somewhat, half thought-out (even if not at all as insightful those counterparts aforementioned). Here’s a bit of what I’ve been chewing on:

1 – Rustic Pizza: Adult Taste Buds & an Increasingly Broadening Worldview
2 – Start Fresh, Fresh Start: Plastic Cups, Uniforms & Corporate Systems
3 – Jesus the Dishwasher: Freedom & Capitalist Castes from Calcutta to California

Perhaps a public declaration will keep me honest enough to actually incarnate the “blogs I write in my head…”

Sunday, January 01, 2006

open the door

Happy New Year!

Gettin' hitched today...

Col 3:12-17

happy.

grace and peace to you.