Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Driver : Saa7130hl Philips Vista

Haiti: special envoys traumatized.



Lu on the site of Mosquito-TV (01/20/2010):


"Few correspondents income psychologically free from Port-au-Prince. They tell their dive to hell. "



" On January 13, Danielle Welter works in Namur. idle, the RTBF journalist follows the news that continue to fall on the Haitian drama. On behalf contact with Pierre Marlet, responsible for issues in focus, she whispered to him: "I would be part in Haiti." Marlet is neither one nor two, and arranged his departure. About 20 hours, the reporter gets the green light. Branch Melsbroek airport. Danielle leave there husband and children , did a quick bag and file of his home in Arlon Melsbroek up for the toughest stories she has lived. "
[...] " As a journalist, it feels unnecessary? "
"Danielle Welter: No, because people want to talk, what they live. We are here to testify , although it was also a feeling of powerlessness to power yourself save survivors. As this young my cameraman Ridha has filmed and interviewed in a cavity under his college collapsed. Following was warned French emergency. But in the heat of the action , we did not advised of the outcome of this story. Is he dead or alive thanks to us? This question haunts me. I cried, in Brussels, amount that sequence. "


Poor Danielle Welter. What she's suffering.




Tuesday, January 12, 2010

White Bumps Palate Mouth

"The Revolt of the sentence to enjoy," or viewer in all its forms (Part 2) The Long Goodbye

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Oh but beware, there is the concept of "entertainment" , too. The decisive criterion ultimate unifier and peacemaker, which extinguishes all the controversies and decide all the Gordian knots of all branlottages constipatoires and neurotic seeking untoward 12:00 to 2:00 p.m.. But you take too much head, sir, come, you make a fuss, it's all to dream, is not serious, it's not serious : we are here for fun, take good time, forget the daily mor-howo-se. Forgive my intrusion but reassure me, it happens to you take your foot sometimes? The fun, enjoyment, you've heard? You drive or bandage you bandage soft?
Yeah. Bwoaf. The old anthem of the art as "evasion", "dream", "entertainment", sorry, I do not agree. "Yes but we must change ideas, should pass the time. "Sorry, I moved when I change my ideas, most often, it still gives me ideas. Worse, I feel locked into an idea, the idea that under the idea, there would be a blank area, wild, free the world of ideas. The real life what, pure feelings, something, perhaps, of childhood, we will say it, the child in us, who is moved, playing and having fun without asking too many questions, that is not contaminated by the seriousness of the stiff and starched world of big people, all those old children who do not know vaulted dream What the deuce has happened to them? Z'étaient storm and black rock, they broke their crystal ball, broke their desires, rendering banal? Which has stored flat in c'tiroir as a swordfish in a bathtub, but who?
fact remains that when I moved (do not worry, it's just one example, it happens ever) going to quell gossip with friends and a movie to change ideas, one in two chance that I will suffer martyrdom. Especially if the movie is stupid and even if his stupidity gives much food for thought.
should not lack a certain impudence, a certain contempt for happiness, the very concept of happiness, for daring to impose its next (and yourself) it literally exhausting to find it in a show that far from us air the heart and mind, we inflicted a concentrated sensory representations, values, ideas, codes, bombarding us with desire imbitable, air time, addressed to a socio-economic, socio-professional, social and family specific, and we're supposed to enjoy the spontaneous universality immediate rejoicing in the rite as a collective sharing and invigorating.
Ben not.


I would not play spoilsport and piss vinegar service, but of course, whether the tales of wizards battling the forces of evil wizards at school, or sagas more epic trolls armor, it still concerns our daily lives, it deals with very basic things of life everyday, it never goes to treatment first in our relationship with the world and others. And anyway, is "fun", even at the direction of Pascal is a very serious matter, perhaps the most important thing. That's why one puts so much energy and passion. The same desire of no death, what (thin, I hope I will not recite the entire directory Souchon. Besides, I think ever, Souchon, and I never put music on the keyboard when I branlotte ... )
short, "entertainment", it does absolutely nothing for me. There is not entertaining movies and movies non-entertaining. There is a proposal

experience, which necessarily and constantly active part of the game we have with all of the existing or phenomena, whatever the form proposed, and that is giving something, or does nothing, depending on whether it is successful or failure. criteria mobilized to assess the success or failure that fit themselves into this global report, they extend into the field of Judgement and criticism. And when I say "extend" is of course another way of speaking: this aspect of the sentence, thought, turning on itself, is always already implicated from head to foot in the experiment in question; she lives the viewer into its deepest passivity. in vain most of the Cartesian dualist will try to dissociate the "live" and "thinking". As of course, is precisely when one feels relieved, finally, the weight of thought on our feeling, celebrating the saying (falsely) hedonistic "primum vivere, deinde
philosophari ," we proceeded to self-segregation between wretched a "body-machine" and a "disembodied soul." To all the shots. But every time too, the reign of the ruthless "fun" will continue to instruct us to take good care - and again - to halve, to compartmentalize everything, under the fallacy formidable at this price and only on this condition, you will feel finally live. Reborn again. Finally, either. Moving on. Otherwise I feel I'll get upset, and that's not good for my blood pressure. Because you may have guessed from the outset, and I do not overstate this: I am, of course, the true hedonist, sensualist the full. I do not think nothing so much as to enjoy all my senses and all my perceptions on a scale consistent with the fullest consciousness, the more reflexive possible to taste all the nuances. So I hate any form of so-called "fun" to amuse me that this search for wholeness sensory affect its clarity. I therefore constantly mobilizes all the energy I have to stay away respects any barriers constraining this noble concern. That's what I call, me, the real expense: that you can enjoy the excess itself without suffer, therefore, even more than, not even in temperate zones, to the threshold where altered states of consciousness called can not be held due to lack of strength. "The beauty powerless hates the understanding, Hegel says, because it requires that it is unable to perform."
It makes me think, even if you move away a little of what it means Hegel, I have never been drunk in life. Not even a second. I never tried it. And I do not like the company of drunkards, and especially in the drunks who make a point of honor to tell you that if you refuse to stuff his mouth with them, you miss the basic laws of sociality, companionship and of festoyage. There's a funny thing is that many Internet users who read me sometimes, I noticed that, believe that I write completely wiped. There's even one who told me once, a Pole, but I say no name, not that I need to drink to be drunk. But no. It is, quite simply, inexorably, impossible. Finally, I touch wood.
How not to take - continue to boldly push open doors, for that matter, since for many they have apparently been closed long ago - that the "fun" sought and obtained in the "entertainment" in sense of self oblivion, the oblivion

of everyday life, is nothing but a manifestation of pain: the pain precisely to feel separated from himself, his power, hence the urgent injunction to forget the pain, to bury, to create a diversion. Finally, good, "the stunner," whatever. It why, of course, I am in solidarity with workers around the world. I have campaigned doggedly for the inalienable right of everyone not to be alienated from all forms of forcing it to split itself, condemning them to distinguish the order of entertainment and an order of the bond. It is my privilege, of course. It is also the result of a work of uncertain gender, which I will not dwell here. Otherwise one might think that I beg for thanks.
What I'm trying to say is the rest what is expressed - in a different way - a Deleuze, when an attack Lacanian doxa (rather than Lacan himself, "have to laugh alone"), which teaches - while generating the plan Clinical countless and endless linguistic and existential neuroses pathological smart enough - that "what is missing" in the renewed desire forthwith to failure perpetual enjoyment, which is law. And here again we must not be mistaken. When Deleuze reminds us that "the lack refers to a positivity of desire and the desire not to a lack of negativity
" (Dialogues, p. 110), it does not, of course, the apostle of heedless consumption and spontaneous fun we like to introduce ourselves as a caricature, it does not more (no offense to some clergy professing the pulpit claimed under the patronage of the Master of Berlin, that Deleuze's thought would be a temptation ... fascist, no less) the opponent of Hegel or the negative thinkers, the negativity as a motor, spring power of the Spirit Life is like grasping, seizing identity as happened to the immediacy and mediation:
"Sleep is a desire. Walking is a desire. Listening to music or make music or write well wishes are. A spring, a winter desires. Old age is also a desire. Even death. The desire is never to interpret, he is experimenting. So we objected some very unfortunate. We are told that we return to an old cult of pleasure, a pleasure principle, or a conception of the party (the revolution will be a party ...). We oppose those who are unable to sleep, either from within or from without, and who have neither the power nor the time, or who have neither the time nor the culture of listening to music or the ability to walk or to enter into catatonia, except in the hospital or who are subject to an age, a terrible death in short all those suffering: those not "miss" them of anything? And above all it is objected that the lack subtracting the desire and the law, we can no longer invoke a state of nature, a desire that would be really natural and spontaneous. We are saying quite the opposite: there desire agency or engineered. You can not grasp or conceive a desire out of an arrangement determined on a plan that does not exist before, but must itself be built. That each group or individual, construct the plane of immanence, where he leads his life and business is the only important case. Out of these conditions, you are missing because of something, but you miss precisely the conditions that make a possible desire. (
Dialogues, p. 115, Champs / Flammarion, 1977) "


Concerning certain bourgeois rentiers, nepotism and plump leading treatment employed in county libraries and polished with Finitec where I do not ever fuck a shoe, insane poison of the serpent with feathers will be administered by the hour, cool. Me 'll turn their fair'faire a t'tit at sea .. And it will pay for the whole clan. The whole clan.






But back to what we are rather amuses us because it forward, and vice versa. In most films, say, "fantastic" (this is my favorite genre, that's why I talk so little: I'm too afraid to speak evil. [... ] Mh How? Well that's your opinion and I respect it), a significant part of my happiness is to find material to light, decrypt my daily life. Not "forget", but to remember it otherwise. I would add, often remember something this newspaper has been forgotten, I look at this forgotten film through the machine or something. Finally, well, everybody knows that. As recalled by some, forgetting is inseparable from the question of Being itself, which continues to rest with us at the bottom of his forgetfulness Constitution. You have to forget, but to some form of oversight that is to always remember that there is forgotten. An unforgettable, forgotten, according to a formula that I like Lyotard.

Got slipped not long ago the complete trilogy of LOTR (short version). It's bath to immerse themselves in a time of long duration. Of course, I unplugged the nerve center for pointing me too. For the base, the universe and the theme raised the interest me experience of feeling as far as making hoods of garden gnomes in a documentary on the 1870 Alsatian folklore.
Disconnect the neuron, the rest is what I always do when I watch a movie, let us be clear. For to end this affair entertainment, and to repeat all this otherwise, not only is there not entertaining movies and movies non-entertaining "qualitative" or "non-qualitative", but the layer called "sense" or "intellective" - existential meta, psychological, social, political, whatever you want - do not add to the layer "fun" - or at least "affect" - as a second layer in a pancake or a candy kiskoule. It's all in one, it goes entirely by intuition receptor, which is already synthetic, as everyone knows. It can not walk, it said, with a minimum quality or richness in the material at any level whatsoever, even in the idiocy assumed. Otherwise, of course it's physically impossible: a degree of stupidity is not bearable, these are things we feel and god knows we have a tolerance very elastic.

Well I gotta say I Kiff. Say, a little after 2am duraille, music flûtiau there, it started out I knead the cauliflower, the worse I became attached to characters, hyper-concerned with all that, the quest, the walk, while the bazaar. Even at the end I was really excited and everything, I cried like a calf. But hey, I cry too easily, it is question of provision in certain circumstances where I feel more than a thin translucent membrane that flutters between subject and object. A state of near nervous exhaustion sometimes allows this porosity. Attention, a more or less desired and vaguely directed, eh, cf. above. I can also see a Godard, for example, that in this state, I confess, and in those moments, I understand everything , otherwise it gets on my system, Godard, in general, for example. In these moments, be said, the mere contemplation of a bicycle passing on the street might upset me to the depths of the A-ha-me.


Otherwise, I also wanted to add something about Raymond Depardon.

Raymond Depardon crashed on serious Resident Evil 5.

We were promised it would give new luster to the franchise by Shinji Mikami taking orders RE5. Do you! He has concocted an artificial sub-Duke-Nukem doomlike way Paul-Emile Victor, full of bugs compression, aliasing, raster to death.
To say that the engine of the PS3 is not used: in only slight exaggeration, it's like back to the time of Hatari 2600. Then we tightens the concept of game-play as pourrave, who had already sealed the ER "Outbreak" of evil memory. Two characters interacting (in Outbreak was worse, it was 15 to stepping on it, worse than in Nashville), supposedly from the perspective of the game "networking", but damn, RE, it will not play on a network, it is not mind at all! You have to be alone with your console, for many feel the nirvana thing, this feeling of danger, panic, abandonment, glaucité claustrophobic. Mistake, then.

especially as the personal Shiva, issue management of AI is a disaster, you've constantly in the legs and in the visor, it shoots anything that moves, indiscriminately, anyhow, and besides, it is useless since declined drastically the level of difficulty, although it was perfectly fitting with the immersion principle: when it's harder when you risk more death, more you get involved in the screenplay, your senses are multiplied. So good, under the pretext of making the game accessible to lambda gamer who wants to waste time to tame the pad, we sacrifice the intensity, tension.

Same for the checkpoints: missing, gone. The principle of backups with the typewriter, it was perfect, yet it gave meaning to the linearity of graduated steps, while preserving the principle respiration and contraction. There, not only you can die an infinite number of times and start exactly where you've been dead, but you can restart the level for you recharge Medoc and ammunition well beyond what is necessary. it means nothing. How do you get involved if you do not have to manage carefully and sparingly your inventory, and if your death is more detrimental? Well no, not care, y'z'ont scrap the briefcase bags, and therefore more upgrades of the suitcase for shopping. Anything, it feels like Altman: The Triumph of I m'enfoutisme lazy, watch the vagueness, the soft belly, approximate disconnected.

No, the general view, Resident Evil 4 remain the swan song, the ultimate horror-survival of the new millennium. Albeit those who think gray-mine is claiming that the spirit of RE was betrayed with a view "action adventure" buggers. But this is wrong, obviously. You really knowing anything about the art videogame to support such nonsense: RE 4, it's still survival of high-end, the highest range, even.

OF Moreover, it is Jacques Rozier officiating the pre-prod. There they knew where they advanced: timing, accuracy, balance between tension and relief, action and contemplation. Musardises not useless, but not excessive bourrinage either. Only here: Rozier is not a handle, that's all there is no secret. It is the Japanese-German school is Wenders seventies period Ozu + + + Herzog Kiyoshi Kurosawa. Depardon is the Franco-LA: Schumacher is Besson + + + Aja Bay. Farmers, rednecks, whatever.

(Well, I say that, I just looked closely at the video-real-time test of Hooper on You Tube. Y me would never dream of buying a PS3)




Saturday, January 9, 2010

Tv Free Load Not Working

[the private] (Altman, 1973)


Personally, I know nothing about Raymond Chandler, and even less to the character of Marlowe. What I was most impressed - and stunned - in this film is that of course is the false absolute thriller (but I'm willing to believe that there, blowing up the mess - all transplanted LA, 1973 - Altman affected more deeply the truth of this character and to the world of Chandler).

What I take from this film to pieces this "anthropological" (a sociological observation of exceptional hardness, it is far from the tree unifying kind, the regressive and compotière American cinematic landscape - or not - today, including its subversive escape chilly and cautious), with of course the quickdraw is both relaxed and disillusioned Elliott Gould, sleepwalking and swinging like a saxophone solo by Sonny Rollins. Kind the guy is totally misplaced relative to the middle where he wanders, has included the villainy / human stupidity, that virtually nothing can surprise, but not yet paid at any time in cynicism. Someone deeply good, ethical, whatever. From beginning to end, must see, it keeps coming to wear out the face for not a circle, sometimes by the cops, sometimes by the underworld, through a bewildering collection of crackpots severe representative of an America completely disoriented (the only people who seem balanced in the film are her neighbors who spend their time preparing for "cakes" on their patio). And the guy does not depart from some form of kindness moody, elegant detachment, a mixture of stoicism a bit sarcastic and quiet compassion. The kind of guy who goes all out to go buy in the middle of the night for canned cat. In short, an admirable character, one of the finest anti-heroes of all contemporary cinema.

Otherwise, the film is a snorkeling in the swill of American society, a dark and a relentlessly pessimistic. With this characteristic form of the best Altman, destabilizing the framework and a multiplicity of plans views "floaters" that are no longer subject to a teleology demiurgic sense. The quickdraw, the singular style of this "private" in translation is the perfect body, constantly device, the limit dropped while the frame is filled, literally suffocated by all these figures garrulous, neurotic, clueless, schizophrenic, which s' agitate in vain, driven by their passions unnecessary and ridiculous.

The beating scene in Marlowe's apartment, when the gang leader in Hawaiian shirt, an indescribably stupid passes without transition exhibition tour of his abdomen which he seems very proud (also nonexistent) free to the disfigurement of his girlfriend (just to show his determination: "You see my fiancee is the one I cherish most in the world . I'm not joking, there is not a being on this earth I love more than my girlfriend "), with the shard of a bottle that breaks for the occasion, is one of the most stuff traumatic as I could see in a film, a disquieting strangeness goes even further than certain sequences of "Blue Velvet
.
Would that because here the horror of violence is not preceded by its own announcement: it occurs in a loose texture, something daily porous approximate undecidable, we know too well what happens, as often with Altman there are several scenes that seem to evolve independently and simultaneously in the same scene on the same horizontal plane to which any depth was removed.
(Anecdotally, one of the big dogs who stands in the shadows, slibard, arms crossed, and which one does not see clearly the face is Schwarzenegger in his first film appearance. No interest but the detail is fun)

Special mention also for Sterling Hayden, who composes for the second time after Doc Strangelove (his famous Gen. Jack D. Ripper, specialist in "body fluids") , but opposite in a register, a character striking frappadingue-depressive megalomaniac condensing several features of Ernest Hemingway. One of the most running-gags, say ... delightfully nihilistic being the way it is constantly harassed by a kind of dwarf who seems to terrify psychoanalyst (he, a rock two meters run by a violent destructive simmer), which, with the emphasis and approach in a Donald Duck Doliprane, comes to claim a tone martinet his fees in the middle of his "party" deliquescent in his sumptuous residence in the seaside "Pay The Bill , Jack. Pay the Bill
" while administering her some giflettes.
Well, it will be understood, this film "nonchalant" Dante is
. A VO view only.





PS: At this occasion, I reread the chapter Cinema 1 - rather disappointing in my opinion - where
Deleuze talks about Altman, he associates with some other very quickly as Scorsese and Lumet, under one banner (as are very different approaches), and everything is a bit faster ships criticism which I summarize in broad strokes:

they invest, denouncing their grip, the shots , which now operate "empty". Regimes of meaning and reality hitherto governed the American society, its old order and disputed, are no longer for the filmmakers of "crisis" of the action-image and the American dream, as "snapshots", specifically: empty and shimmering surfaces interchangeable situations dispersive interference and weak bonds.
But they do not offer any creative project, do not create any new image to come out and they remain in the register of parody cliches, and thus their criticism of the system, institutions, power equipment, and remains close harmless. They thus contribute to the perpetuation of stereotypes they denounce which feeds both the film industry that the established order that sustains it.


is some truth to some of Lumet's films (the worst), slightly less for Scorsese, Altman and on, here I disagree: it's too soon Shipping and categorized.

is one of the low moments in the book. God knows if it's a great book, and we could never really exhausting (especially if like me you can not boast of having read and fully peeled and rigorously), but yes, this part of Altman & consort is low. Deleuze does not necessarily always right, and here I think we can dare say he is wrong, at least if Altman.


For the work of Altman film far exceeds the one-dimensional parody to really give birth to new images. Altman is the director of the destruction in whole or creaky it's not (some minor films such as Mash, at first, or The Player, towards the end, no doubt). He invented positively
other terms of visions, experimenting with new ways to approach the multiplicity of reality, to grasp the "life" and "event" forms new optical and sound, sensory-concrete paving on the complexity, entanglement, movement.
attention to the collective never practiced so far: an approach "democratic" places, social settings, where the periphery is as important as the center, including rethinking and radically challenging the notion of depth of field as well sound mind, (the new work on the focal lengths that blur the line between the "distant the "next" the sound study that all dialogues are captured on a scale equivalent, overlapping in a "buzz" going).

The micro and macro interpenetrate so that a new way to watch and listen to offers.
And of course it was taken, plagiarized, reduced by other pictures under the name "Choral", very fashionable, but not relevant for the work of Altman, who does not film chorale : on the contrary we could talk with him " Klangfarbenmelodie
"aggregates that do not aggregate on the mode" Symphony. "Improvisation in jazz, post-bop, be a more appropriate analogy. Or the bands of Charles Ives, boring into each other blocks to form polyrhythmic constantly moving. What emerges from all this is far from sticking to clichés, a way to capture an overall movement in perpetual metamorphosis, never overlooking but always shifts from one space to another.

And that's a language, a way that Altman invents, experiments, and nobody has yet managed to emulate. Magnolia, for example, Paul Thomas Anderson, it's pathetic, quite the opposite: everything is founded on the interdependence theme that ties it all, plus it is that
shots for once, and uniquely morbid or nothing: unworthy or absent fathers who are dying from cancer, their son and hysterical girls that go nowhere ... But this little world connects in a suspended moment of grace, the time of a rain of frogs and a song played on the radio ... The movements of life and power are liquidated in a sordid pathos and melodramatic, and we add a last minute dash of the sublime "Kantian" not to sink into the sordid complete.

None of this in Altman: it is the power of life in the multiple of acquiescence in the chaos, the drama, in desperation, sometimes relaunch of endurance, joy to exist, reasons to rejoice and create; losses, cracks nothingness, areas where the indiscernibility stay in the negative talking about Hegel now integrates with life, sometimes do not convert to be but such is life according to Altman, may resume his duties. And away from nihilistic sneer, it also teaches us the possibility of a generous in defeat, dispersion. Of course, not all his films, but the best "short cuts
", which mixes all this is a wonderful example.

Deleuze, obviously, has had access to a very defined the work of Altman, the descent démythologisaton ( Buffalo Bill and the Indians , John Mc Cabe , Mash if it is: and yet, one could decode them otherwise), but this slope does not include other slopes where he probably found more cause for celebration. Besides in other films such as The Long Goodbye
precisely, it is only very superficially one could argue that this is a parody of gender coded (film noir): it is also the sharpness and detail in the sociological observation, almost "hyper-realistic". Deleuze and completely misses this dimension, perhaps the most important for Altman.

More generally, in the chapter on American cinema called the "crisis", the creation Device staging based on the weakening of the chains of causality, or even their complete dissolution in break schemes, floating or dispersion (as "ballad", not plots, trampling narrative balance of voids and transient increase in indirect image sources as windows, windows, reflections, etc.) is described as a negative symptom of degradation or
degeneration of the "great shape", the "sensory-motor" that generates the motion of the image by linking the actions and situations in an organic unity (SAS).
But why consider as twilight index of "decay", changes in film form that take place at the same time and in a manner very close to Europe? Why remove a hand Lumet, Altman Schatzberg or what is positively given the other, an Antonioni eg creating situations optical-sound "pure"? How the use of clichés like surfaces without depth narrative, critical review and reflective of the image itself, self-indexing or self-serving, does it not constitute a resource of explore such situations? Why what is leased Progressive as Godard would be considered reactionary Univoc in the case of American filmmakers of this period?

(Period I'd rather trend - but that's me - to be considered as THE great moment of American cinema: the period known as "classical" (including the classic "French" I get as a strident sound frequency at the limit of physical torture), and with rare exceptions (like Welles), produces in me an annoyance and a crippling fatigue, especially the western "Fordist". I do not understand that. As a huge yellow postcard, asphyxiated, saturated values silly, pompous and numbing, games, served on an actor, including issues in advance and rehashed until all redundancies, and predetermined outcomes from the sewn generic. As the story of a closed world, a hundred times repeated a hundred times repeating the conduct of its telos
boring, and with which I am anxious to end it and move on.
And after the blessed parenthesis, located roughly between the late 50s to late 70s - the cinema of crisis and crisis - and as if in fact we could not go further in the "crisis" (included Antonioni and Godard), here we go off again in the opposite direction, Rebelote - in the vacuum
years 80 - for the carousel of Epinal, roll jêêunesse, the triumphant return of "full" of yesteryear, just how "hollow" nostalgic itself. So there for the cliché, it is served and served well: it's heavy. It is more discontinuous surfaces without depth, floating regimes and dispersive, spaces and any areas of indiscernibility. It's cabaret shows enlarged, the return of the great all-in-decor blocking all the gaps, removing all intervals, strangling all the vanishing lines imaginable. Plus a micro-gram load, not the least crevice where slip, from which one could feel the cutting area. More issues, more than a large dance-sitcom more crowded than the telephone booth of the Marx-brothers, banded with jingles and flashing signs, and - oh, misery and decay - kitsch on all floors, saturated colors , color filters, backlight atmospheres, neon tubes fuchsias, passions phantom-of-the-operatic screaming synths and assorted peroxidized manes. In short, it indigestion. Besson meets Blade Runner in The Subway With Vangelis Papathanassiou; ET phone home, Ferris Buller IS going back to the Future with Darth Vader and Lisa Minelli. Of course, there are still Carpenter, Cronenberg, Lynch, to inject some gray areas or dead, of wanderings of an interregnum in the register of fantasy, with various successes. This is the bare minimum. They helped us get through chugging full howling maelstrom of his empty 80s.
Despite the persistence of gelatinous disco-revival thankfully limited in theme nights, karaoke dance floor, there seems to have finally emerged from this period friction pubarde so endearing, for lines a bit more austere, more sober, even in fun, and it's not bad. A little air ... )

But seriously, going back to the divisions and periodizations identified by Deleuze, these are nevertheless dividing lines that do not seem entirely clear nor settled once and for all . In terms of method, they also continue to identify and define large sets of mobile immediately refute the logical - the peopling of a merry-cons proliferation burgeoning examples singularities, alternatives, figures orphan whose kaleidoscopic sum ends up being more important than the designated paradigm which they depart. Hence a question: why is this paradigm rather than another? Why not, and at the same time, why? Good: we say that the syntheses are disjunctive, and no doubt they are. That is why we should not give credit to such an exaggerated motor assembly, it is itself crossed by a logic multiple mad, constantly short-circuited by another moving all that permeates and exceeds it in same time, doing "spin off all relations with their terms. "This is the famous" plane of immanence "constructivist Deleuze, his overall philosophical system, or rather overlooked by so easily ignore so many readers of books on cinema, which contrive to fix the sets and fossilize appointed. But it's not because the units are moving there is no unity, and vice versa, this is not because of the unification process can be drawn that there necessarily Unit:
"there are no universals, not transcendent, not A, not subject (or object) of Reason, there are only processes , which can be unifying, subjectification, rationalization, but nothing more . These processes operate in "multiplicities" concrete is the multiplicity that is the true element when something happens. These are the multiplicities that populate the field of immanence, just as the tribes inhabiting the desert without ceasing to be a desert. And the plane of immanence is to be built, the immanence is constructivism, each multiplicity is assignable as a region of the plan. All processes occur on the plane of immanence and multiple assignable: the unifications, subjectivations, rationalizations have no privilege
, it is often blind alleys or fences that impede the growth of the multiplicity, the extension or development of its lines, the new production. When you invoke a transcendent, it stops the movement, to introduce an interpretation instead of experimenting. Bellour has clearly shown the film to the flow of images. And indeed interpretation is always done in the name of something that is supposed to miss. The unit is precisely what the many missing, as the topic is what the lack event ("it rains"). "[" On Philosophy ", September 88 interview with R. Bellour Ewald and Br in Talks
, Midnight, 1990 199-200]

same time, the premise - just interviewed by Deleuze himself apparently - a translation or commutation "organic" process between s logic processing and conduct chrono-logical
, sometimes tends to assimilate a vast "teleology of history" that one might wonder if she is not busy at times - to the limit and without his knowledge - by the breath of a strictly Hegelian Spirit, breathing rhythms of a wide dialectic that does not say not his name. And it potentially creates "sequencing" arbitrary, sometimes poor or naive empirically, alas, allowing a certain dogmatism-clenching in the hands of some "cinephile", which intends to use this taxonomy, not as a method (which opens), but as a "Césame" (closing).

Anyway, the "page" does Altman closes certainly not the way Deleuze seems close, not more than Lumet in another register (as also in Lumet This is only a delimited portion of its cinema who incurs reproach justified-a "reformism warm "trying to save what could be the" American dream "Lumet is also a more radical, more offensive, is also a tragic Lumet, etc.).

short, this development [p. 280-284 in "crisis action image," tome1, The Movement-Image
] seems too systematizing, too ideal, even if some critical points are accurate. But hey, too, book dates from 1983, and the filmmakers involved, just a few, have created works from, some great, others not too early, but each for the best, has deepened his language ...

Dandelions For Rabbits

Miracle Worker (Penn, 1961) / The Wild Child (Truffaut, 1970)


When leaving Miracle , we welcomed a work almost avant-garde. A treatment of black and white, in fact, distantly precursor Lynchian way: the amazing generic, flirting with the fantastic, is strongly reminiscent of the treatment of space and grain in photographic Eraserhead - where we find the monstrous child, but also Elephant Man, with Anne Bancroft chaperone monster - and a certain tone too dry and hard, making the emotional climax of the outcome but without pathos, with a lyrical content .


And of course, which continues to make today is this stunning clip of fight melee expanding in space and time lockoutée a kitchen, to the point never want to end. Cinégénique scene whose power remains unmatched in contemporary cinema.





It was also suggested, regularly, a strong analogy with The Wild Child Truffaut released 9 years later, however, the benefit of the latter, which was hailed a tone "naturalist" to escape Hollywood affectations which Penn would still mark.

But beyond a misleading similarity (story learning pitting a child "savage" and a "guardian"), it is not at all the same story. The treatment is even contradictory.

The Truffaut, although it is undoubtedly a beautiful film, deploys obsessions and concerns to Truffaut in the world of childhood, particularly underpinned by a haunting history of his own biographical trajectory - pre-deliquent and "salvation" by the symbolization that made it possible for her discovery of the tool as a substitute successful film pedagogy tutorial absent or missed.

Dr. Itard is an ambiguous character, both surrogate father (winning more than is desired or chosen, but we may say that true of all fathers, if one believes in anthropology pychanalytique families) and "torturer" didactic.
The dominant narrative in the treatment of The Wild Child is a form of luminous lyricism, backed by lively music of Vivaldi, whose accents will be given to contributions in the score by George Delerue The American Night for
, film itself driven by the quest pedagogical-family recurrent Truffaut: if he carries himself, his body stiff, his voice oddly mechanical, in the character of Itard, c ' is because it wishes, in this incarnation awkward, at least celebrate the need of the ferrule tutorial, while expressing some reservations about its practical efficiency. The film thus appearing as a disguised form of projection Truffaut child "savage" to the gates of crime, suffering from deficiencies in both language and emotional, and saved in extremis, not without difficulties, by a "guardian of resilience as Fernand Deligny (which he paid tribute regularly, especially in the credits of the 400 shots). Forcing a bit, Truffaut, the paternal function seems particularly exercised by waiting for compensation or succession its own status as a child abandoned, and abandoned children primarily interpreted as an empty box to the adult-like orphan manceps afford or stand, ie cure through it's own shortcomings, be instituted in his own eyes as the father of which he himself believes is missing or lacking, requiring the need to father children without this identification melancholy.

So in a sense, yes, a movie more "staff" who invests, while diverting, if (and controversial) of the wild boy of Aveyron: as general metaphor of the child deficient and emotionally abandoned by the perception that Truffaut offers. But it also specifically limit its ambiguous: there is the celebration of the teaching profession along with a discreet criticism or secondary, the disciplinary apparatus that serves it (we think a little eddy in the descriptions "monitor and punish "or" Birth of the Clinic "), but overall, the treatment of child-teacher relationship is somehow trapped in the dialectic savagery / dressage, not without an academic who could put off (even if it refers to a historically situated concept of learning: that of scientific positivism of the 19th century).

Arthur Penn's film, though apparently concerned with profits and losses of the educational function, draws a different ratio: the child / teacher is caught in a set itself more wide: wild, vaguely pantheistic, where violence originates - in the gross contact of the colliding bodies - suggests a radically different approach to learning. That narrates and tries to give Penn perceive, this is not the disciplinary machinery for - or not - access to the symbolic order, a diving unsettling, results also uncertain qu'hasardeux in autistic universe the "off-language." Bancroft will try and cause the child on his land: in a bubble, numb with violence, terror and denial, not the other, which would bring the child on her land to her (by a method "Cartesian "ultimately steeped in the same haphazard or arbitrary violence).



Miracle worker is a movie sensation, "primitivist" mean by then close to this vision of the cosmic world of poets and elementalist American transcendentalists like Thoreau, Whitman and Emerson. The output from the darkness of isolation is not conditioned by the dialectic savagery / discipline with profit and loss processes of identifications lame indeed quite quickly held in check, creating a lively sense of hopelessness and helplessness. It gives way, in a second phase, a form of "letting go" or dropout who rely on some form of providentialism goal: a "miracle" unlikely in an arid land, in this soil Specifically puritanical discipline which is the parental environment, much closer to the method of Itard and expectations than that, despite its tentative determination, the schoolteacher - a savage, a wild-rebel (from an institution "poor" for the blind) rather at war against the rules and methods of this world. Although in
watermark, the issue of racial segregation here is called. It is not coincidence that the issue of "miracle" is tied specifically about the case of a child blind-deaf-mute, whose violence indicates a failure as a refusal to integrate near-native or recognize her family fabric (a bourgeois mother, perhaps Quaker, married too young to an old retired captain in the Confederate Army), codes and rules that govern this closed world and divided (at the table, the aristocratic Southerner does not serve himself and reluctant to use some settings, it is used by the black slave, etc.). In psychic and social space explored by the camera of Penn, the radical child's disability could equally be approached as a metaphor clinical symptom of a way, "answer" in a "no answer" somatic this subdivision. And if unlikely "miracle" was actually to blow all the walls, all points of propping and upholstery suturent that this secular world, locked to the brink of explosion? Three years later, in "The Chase " (The Chase, 1965), his great movie cursed butchered in editing the majors, Penn exhibit frontally this question by exhibiting as the crudest racist violence and social (eg "how a" negro "can tu a white woman?"), and by literally explode all partitions that ensured cohesion even in a city notable arranged around oil wells Val Rogers.

This "letting go" mentioned in Miracle worker - who is also a return to violence founder of archaic social order - is the most singular aspect of the film . She radically away, in advance of the praise of pedagogy "French", she was crossbred oblation pathogen: salvation comes, not if it happens, a hard (even accompanied by genuine affection) but in a strange form of abandonment, cessation (the interiority of a "self"), acquiescence (to an external force) adjacent to a more "mystical nature" in a rational confidence the tools of teaching men.

In this, the miracle happened that Bancroft is a unlimited opportunity, the result of a conjunction ultimately mysterious and imponderable, between manic phases of imposition of the mastery and reflux, is the opposite of the method Itard. Both the Truffaut film belongs to the lineage of classically paternalistic learning narratives ultimately governed by the actions of adults "responsible", as the Penn advances towards a much more ambiguous and opaque dull: the revelation comes, possible without deduction in the meanderings of violence itself wild adults engaging in strange ballets with the child, rather then constituting what Jankelevitch appoint a "body-obstacle" paradox which is indistinguishable the power of selfless love, objective, almost anhumain, could potentially erupt and communicate, transmit beyond the intention of releasing potential traffic between objects, associations between signs and things.
Love (as possession, to return home, sharing commutative) was not enough, even being powerless (the child is pampered, any obstacle to his fury is carefully kept at a distance, rather it is the disease protective parents who weaves this prison without contours it has no chance of release).
And if there is something to love in teaching, but rather by a "beyond of love "which, in a denial of parental identification, parental love breaks the powerless and invisible chains.
Truffaut, he, too identified with the triad wild child / guardian / father, he does may grope towards "salto mortal" a letting go that would allow that shattered this alternative basically self-centered in which oscillate continuously phases of gratification and frustration, in a succession of turns increasingly enveloping and suffocating .
Also the story of Penn, too easily equated with a "cautionary tale" about the virtues of combined education and love, returns in the strings rather humanism both sentimental and positivist Itard, burdened with the legislative / father (the father figure and mentor are well matched throughout the film there is not also question ultimately, adoption?)

is why the first meaning sent by Helen Keller to his human environment is "teacher" addressed to that which took the risk dive with her, without a parachute, in the chaos of darkness. Penn's film turns a celebration rather amoral anomic or intuition, the "immediate data of consciousness "dear to Bergson.
The didacticism grotesque Arthur Penn, however, a double bottom that pessimism does not alter the final superb bravura leaving the protagonists dazed in the doorway of the house, in-between an uncertain future (emphasized by the beautiful motto diatonic Laurence Rosenthal, oscillating between ebb and flow, calming and tension, which blends a theme that suggests reminiscences of the "Night of the Hunter" mentioned the last tracking shot). In his best films - all, in fact, to "Georgia" - Penn probe stubbornly themes inappropriateness of passage problem "child" - generally a state of immaturity
- in adulthood. It matches the query, however, a paradox lucid sorely needed to Truffaut, among which are praised as further attention to children (although his concerns are all sentimental focus on the couple or, more generally, dual relationships): how to become "adult" when it encounters an obstacle much more fundamental and formidable, blindness and intractable violence of society itself as a whole.





Friday, January 8, 2010

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The Lacemaker (Claude Goretta, 1977)

Beautiful film (adapted, of course, the only "hit" literary Pascal Lainé, I have not read) but an abstraction a bit steep.

The problem with this film is precisely that by holding his dramatic, it seems to leave no chance to his characters: they seem at the outset of the axioms figured to perform the idea or demonstrate their social stereotyping (that was already noticeable in the first film Goretta "
the invitation," which is a set of systematic killing and, with hindsight, quite upsetting, and it will worsen until the "provincial", completely missed in my opinion, career Goretta then turned to the TV adaptations mid-fig and grape Maigret - with Bruno Cremer).
The set is oddly both just completely and totally false: a certain approach to social alienation and class struggle, consisting to apply and turned against itself
as ideological, a schematically some Marxist discourse of the time. But too mechanical dialecticité a poor, more about rhetoric.
The "leftists" that are presented in this story are caricatures unattractive and unsympathetic, to say, young bourgeois unreal by the "opium of the intellectuals," Aron as saying that appear in their mouth the concepts of "alienation", "class struggle", "solidarity with the proletariat," etc.. There is a watermark, this feature of the meeting between the whole "Apple" and all "Abraham", the trial disenchanted underlying the "May 68", a bitter irony about the project deliverer and emancipation which it was intended wearer;
from there to argue that it places the film in a horizon of perception reactionary (to Jean Dutour "school of Loony"), or anarcho-rightist, to " 68 "(style: on May 68" student "was not responsible, in actuality, a lie, a carnival transgression allowing son of the bourgeois class to prepare to exercise their powers to future employers - and that said, the trade union front worker himself has never fully divested of suspicion that he felt "somewhere" dispossessed the real reason for his struggle), the question can of course be asked, as we suspect that the answer will be subject to controversy and will include green its share of trials varied. Anyway: there is "the" May 68, made of different layers and layers, that of Deleuze was not necessarily that of students from the Sorbonne, etc. ...

The "the nerd-leftism" of students is somehow shown here as an exercise to the work of a crash of the class dominated by what Bourdieu call the fraction dominated the ruling class: the one that has the "symbolic capital" of knowledge, culture, "words to say" what amounts to a "political consciousness". The demonstration seems nevertheless padlocked, locked in a sad way for worse (or effectiveness of the drama), by fixing the maximum two terms in the equation of an impossibility "quasi-ontological" to break away from their hyper determination by the social-critical consciousness, reflexive or pre-reflexive about their situation.

To some degree, these characters' bourgeois novel "could be felt in terms Sartre, like species (shots), charged the self-determinations Socio-objective against them as a "virtual nature", and thus separated from any possibility of analytical or critical outburst, condemned to their determination and not condemned to freedom (which is engendered in the social alienation, a struggle and not in a solipsistic ego already established: the idea that moving towards precisely the "second" Sartre, when he tries to go beyond its primary conception of liberty hinged on the model of Cartesian ego-consciousness, towards the historicity of a collective "dialectical reason").
(Referring to Sartre, suddenly comes back into memory Goretta that it has achieved this astounding-TV movie biopic in 2 parts: "Sartre and the time of the passions," with Bruno Podalydès "imitating" Sartre as Patrick Sébastien imitate Bourvil - and for understanding the thought of Sartre, the bio engineering held by BHL shattering.)

So on one side, Apple, locked immediately, essentialized in the double imaging of the woman agreed and passive soft, tender flesh, pure presence offered and loving (who likes nothing "request"), which, if it is on the side of silence is not the side of "logos" as had said self-evident, and the social milieu in which she lives, that of "little people" also presented him as a space of silence and passivity, deleting and discretion.
the other hand, Francis, a literature student at the Sorbonne, beautiful soul and / or unhappy consciousness whose understanding of the mechanisms of alienation is not only completely abstract, not reflexively assumed, but worse, far from open any form of "political consciousness" is the instrument cleaves, more or less conscious (and rather more than less), a class hatred applied to the object, not a disinterested love, but a perverse educational program: it gives him a hand "words emancipatory" he withdraws from the other by a control language designed to actually keep it at bay, on the ropes.
From there, the drama is sewn in advance. A real Swiss watch.



It could however also try to see the film as a transposition offset "Bartleby" (that wonderful story by Herman Melville which absolutely must extend and enrich the reading by the no less admirable analysis Gilles Deleuze devoted to him: " Bartleby or formula", in Critical and Clinical, Paris, Minuit, coll. "Paradox", 1993, pp. 89-115
), reading not necessarily inconsistent or heterogeneous with the one I suggested here, but richer and contradicting on one point: Apple is more, by its strange passivity, a division of panic making speech Francis inept and hollow, acting on him like a revelation of its own abstraction and his own alienation.
In the dramatic progression is quite disturbing: a mystery man - who waits somehow something without him, without saying which says that demand without asking, causing the attraction-repulsion of the student in the role of the lawyer and throwing him into a hate-irrational panic: the fleeing and pushing up the order to a mere ghost contemplating a "non-landscape" (in the case of the Apple display for a distant and exotic) behind a window blind. And that he makes one last visit to his hospital room in the same manner as the lawyer went to see Bartleby in prison, in a mixture of guilt and compassion powerless.

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