Tuesday 2 June 2009

Morning Chaos, Midnight Chaos


'I am a commercial film maker. I am a patriot. I want to adapt Ulysses with Snoop Dogg. I hide in trees.'
Harmony Korine

1. A devilish youth drugs a beautiful HIV+ waif in his lair- the gargantuan discotheque of Tunnel. She's dosed on this bastard miscegenation of dissociative drugs and then wanders around, lost in video game noise, stumbling into the void... It is NASA night when alert youths become glaucoma'd, wasted and hopeless cosmonauts drifting through end-of-the-century New York like the summertime that roasts the pavement and fries the insides of its denizens is just one of the endless cold spells of infinite space.
2. After the narcotic lurch of New York in decline we are thrown by tornado into the ravaged land of Xenia, Ohio, where drunk yokels wrestle chairs, albino sisters fatten their breasts with masking tape (loosely swiped from Nabokov's Laughter In The Dark where the nymphet Margot reddens her nipples with lipstick before art class) and glue-sniffing kids whip cats in the skeletal woods for money. Here a ravishing bleach-blonde Chloe Sevigny swoons to Buddy Holly's perfect Everyday.
3/4. A thought-sick young man raves at the dinner table before being disciplined by his crazed German father with a mangled re-telling of that mythic Dirty Harry scene over Thanksgiving turkey and cranberries. An interlude of Czech mourning music. Then pregnant Chloe and the protagonist go ice-skating; the camera whirls and blurs over the scratchy, beautiful soundtrack of broken CDs. Soon after this, one of the most beautiful scenes in cinema, there is a fire (of sorts) and we recede into a womb of darkness and terror. Ah, sorrow.


Photograph by Terry Richardson (1999) No copyright infringement intended.

1 comment:

  1. Ice skating could be the perfect metaphor for Oval.

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