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9021oh: Deconstructing Brenda

9021oh is a blog on Tumblr dedicated to posting carefully selected screen captures from the classic, incomparable teen television series, Beverly Hills, 90210. Often augmented with hilarious captions, the images alone are perfect enough to stare at for hours. That’s what made Beverly Hills, 90210 such a masterpiece: each frame was a work of art. The show was comprised of so many awkward angles and maladroit poses, cheaply quotidian backdrops and skull-rubbing misrepresentations of society, beautifully authentic expressions of teenage affectation, otherworldly color palettes and stucco walls, over-lit living rooms of the upper crust and beach ball interstitials, surreal outfits and contradictory character traits, misguided attempts at cultural politics and Brenda Walsh meltdowns– it’s hard to even process the enormity of what you’re seeing when you watch an episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 for the first time. I can’t scratch the tip of the iceberg with words, but the enchanting images on 9021oh certainly help break down the glory of that seminal show.

Also, this:

Captain Planet: A Hero For Earth

Why hasn’t anyone started a petition to get Captain Planet back on the air? Children need this! How else will they save the Earth if they don’t have environmetalist cartoons?! Please, if you know any kids who didn’t grow up with Captain Planet, it is your duty to expose them to this beautiful liberal propoganda! It may be our only hope.

Also, isn’t Gaia a babe? Also, isn’t that whole scene with the water dripping on her face and then the big drill coming towards her wrought with Freudian creepiness? Stop the oedipal rampage now, Planeteers!

via some website called Mother Nature Network

Desirée Holman’s Focus on the Family

Desirée Holman is a mad scientist, digging up familiar characters fresh from their pop culture graves for eerie, ethereal dance parties. While the spectre of America’s once-idealized family units from “The Cosby Show” and “Roseanne” repeat their well-worn sitcom drama ad nauseum in the purgatory of syndication, Holman breathes fresh life into these iconic Hollywood approximations of domesticity, granting their forelorn characters a brief moment of freedom in her most recent video piece, The Magic Window.


Stills from The Magic Window.

Displayed over three channels simultaneously, the piece begins with stifled re-enactments of both sitcoms. Voiceless actors portray each character with unsettling familiarity, sporting semi-recognizable face masks like sheets of skin from the personal collection of Hannibal Lecter. On the left screen, we see the Connors lounging about in their filthy living room and then begrudgingly cleaning the mess. On the right, the Huxtables are dealing with a typical “Cosby Show” predicament: the kids try to hide the lamp that they’ve carelessly broken with the toss of a football. Eventually, both families meet in the center screen and find themselves transported to a Matrix-esque nowhere place, where, surrounded by an ectoplasmic glow, they earnestly engage in the rave of the millenium. Finally, they’re sent back to their separate living room universes, gazing dead-eyed into their televisions for some quality family time.

Holman’s body of work hovers around the idea of performance in familial relationships. In Art as Therapy, she recreates a real life family from an arbitrary daytime talk show with a series of life-size dolls, which she then uses to act out a family therapy session, voicing each character herself. Bucolic Life is a series of staged snapshots starring Holman as the flesh-and-blood matriarch of a family unit that’s otherwise comprised of mannequin substitutes for the real thing. Even her atypical works, like Troglodyte, which features a group of actors in chimpanzee outfits, tend to ruminate on the questionable sanctity of familial bonds: a still photo from the project portraying a chimp family embracing each other on a warm hillside bears the skeptically clinical title Reciprocal Altruism.


Reciprocal Altruism

The feeling Holman’s work instills within her viewers arises from a deep, dark well of human history, provoking an exciting sense of unease. She’s placing primordial instincts within contemporary contexts: mining the uncanny valley and forcing her audience to ask questions about the source of their own emotions in the midst of electronic dance songs and pop culture references. After meeting Ms. Holman at Machine Project‘s opening of The Magic Window, I was lucky enough to engage with her in an e-mail interview. Read on to learn more about humanity’s evolving definition of family, the collaborative experience behind The Magic Window, and those menacing, magnificent masks.

What’s happened to the American family in pop culture? Sure, we’ve had heavy fare like “The Sopranos,” and “The Simpsons” never seems to end, but how are there no Huxtables nor Connors in the Bush era?

This is a really fascinating question. I’m not qualified to answer this question though. I will comment that the Huxtables and Connors portray sincere, cohesive, loving family units with little cynicism toward family bonds.

What is the process like for designing and creating those frighteningly distorted– yet strangely uncanny masks in The Magic Window?

For prior projects in which I used masking, the masks were made of flexible latex which could be stretched to fit different performers. For The Magic Window, I had a smaller budget for the sculpture making process, so I ended up making the first prototype using a combination of canvas and clay. I sewed a canvas mask for the head and sculpted facial features on top of the fabric. Understand that clay, once hardened, is rigid. Furthermore, it cracks. I quickly realized that I would have to choose performers to play each character months before production because I would be making a mask that would fit only THAT specific performer.

Due to the nature of the materials, the masks ended up being a compromise between the facial structure of the original actor and the facial structure of the performer in The Magic Window. For example, the performer that played Theo Huxtable’s character has a long nose while Malcolm Jamal Warner, the original actor, has a flat, wide nose, so the sculpture is an amalgamation between the two bone structures. The distorted mask portraits serve as reflexive props pointing back to the performer and the psychology of the game being experienced. The distortion is part of what makes the viewer question what they are seeing; the uncanny keeps it familiar and, therefore, of concern.


Still from The Magic Window.

You’ve produced work before that seems almost entirely D.I.Y., such as Art as Therapy, in which you operate the puppets, give them your voice, play a live action role, and presumably manage everything behind the scenes. That piece, as well as Bucolic Life, seem to ruminate on the notion that all the characters in a narrative are really just the product of one author having a conversation with herself in her head. That’s not the case in The Magic Window– you’ve shifted the style of your production by incorporating a sizable cast and crew. How did it affect your process to work within a more typical filmmaking community of collaborators?

Most of my early work featured myself and a bunch of figurative sculptures that I would animate. Troglodyte (2005) was the first project in which the focal point did not directly reference back to me, the artist, in the tradition of Body Art. I also worked with a cast of performers and a production crew on Troglodyte though that wasn’t the first time working a group for me. Recently I’ve become most interested in working with a group of performers in order to create a dynamic conversation amongst multiple inputs.

While it is true that the projects have moved into working “within a more typical filmmaking community of collaborators,” it is also true that some D.I.Y. aspects are retained. This is a testament to the fact that I coming to video-making from a background in sculpture and conceptual art, which historically has championed the D.I.Y. over the slick.


Excerpts from the Bucolic Life project: “Washing the Car” and “At The Zoo.”

Who is your ideal pop culture family, if any? Does your definition of the family in cultural narratives extend to artificial family groups, like the irrevocably bonded ladies of “Sex and the City,” for instance?

My ideal pop culture families are the Huxtables and the Connors of course! I don’t have a fixed definition of family. I’m not sure if I would identify the main women protagonists in SATC as family or not. Perhaps that’s up the characters to decide. Certainly, most of us create significant attachments to others that resemble a family model. It’s the way of the homo sapiens.

The subjects of your nostalgic appropriation, “Roseanne” and “The Cosby Show,” represent in some ways the end of a long tradition of family-oriented sitcoms. Do you think the current generation of children, growing up in highly individualized niche markets, with the Internet and the solipsistic tools of self-documentation at their disposal, will diverge from their predecessors’ understanding of community and family?

Yes. Each generation will be shaped by the surrounding cultural values which in some cases may be radically divergent from previous generations. Online communities or gay marriage and gay families are two examples of our changing understanding of community and family. Of course, much has been said about feminism, replacement birth levels and changes in nuclear familiar structure over the years.

How was race important for you in staging The Magic Window? Was it a premeditated decision that several of the actors would be noticeably different skin colored than the sitcom characters they were portraying?

Some of the performers who I worked with chose the characters they wanted to portray; some I asked to portray a specific character. In other words, the outcome is a combination of both a directorial agenda and the performers’ own visions. On both accounts, some of the decisions where made on the basis of ethnic identity. For example, it was important to have a diverse cast as the work should bear some relationship on American demographics and the truth of those TV families: affluent and African-American & working class and Caucasian. Whether you are directly represented in either of those demographics or not, if you were a viewer of these original sitcoms, you might have wondered (even unconsciously) where you fit in this continuum. In The Magic Window, the performers engaged in a fictional identity workshop where there was not a strict script to stay true to who one might be outside of the mask. This caused some performers to make unexpected decisions about who they might play.


Still from The Magic Window.

In your project statement, you note that The Magic Window combines the styles of “American sitcom television production and D.I.Y. video art sensibility.” Do you think it’s possible for video art to reach a mainstream audience, and if so, is that something that would appeal to you as an artist? Who’s your ideal audience?

I certainly think that video art has the potentially to reach a mainstream audience. At this point, I am most focused on an audience that is specifically seeking contemporary art, but that might change or expand in time. I am heavily invested in the language and culture of contemporary art.

Can you give us any hint on what we might see from you next? Also, what’s your dream project?

At the moment my dream project is the one I’m currently working on- a series of drawings and a video work that is centered about the maternal instinct, hyperrealist baby doll surrogates, natalist and anti-natalist fantasy. The work is expected to be finished and show in April at San Francisco’s Silverman Gallery.

Spring Awakening at The Ahmanson

I’m not a huge fan of musical theater, but I was lucky enough to catch Spring Awakening at the Ahmanson last night, thanks to my poker buddy Michael, who works for the Center Theatre Group. I was peripherally aware of the play’s existence, through all that Tony-winner buzz it’s gotten over the last two years (and the weak, credibility-leeching story arc centered around it on “90210″), but I went into it last night without any expectations and came out feeling like I couldn’t wait to see it again.

Mixing the antiquated aesthetic of its source material (Frank Wedekind‘s 1891 play of the same name, which was frequently banned in both Germany and America for its no holds barred look at youth) with folk-tinged alternative rock numbers, Spring Awakening updates the original play’s themes of sexual discovery, anti-establishment frustrations, child abuse, and the crushing guilt of religion for contemporary audiences. The result is an intimate and universally identifiable depiction of the battlefield that is puberty. Much more convincingly than Sofia Coppola’s similarly anachronistic Marie Antoinette, the play flattens its mix of stylings from the past and the present into a seamless continuum of heightened teenage angst that feels universal.

Hideaki Anno’s classic anime series “Neon Genesis Evangelion,” which deals with similar themes (albeit, in an entirely different context) is what first came to mind as an accurate point of comparison for Spring Awakening. On the surface, they share little in common: “Evangelion” is an epic sci-fi soap opera about a timid junior high student who’s chosen to pilot an enormous fighting machine. Along the way, he copes with a callous, domineering father, his terrifying sexual compulsions, and the internal pressures of adolescence. Giant robot battles and dazzling Broadway choreography aside, both “Evangelion” and Spring Awakening go where few contemporary tales of teen life go, addressing heavy philosophical issues, sexual confusion, and alienation from societal mores– all under the pretext of a pop culture spectacle.

And what a spectacle it is! It’s not all angst-filled contemplation, or else it would be no fun– it’s an overwhelming series of brilliant performances, both musically and dramatically. I strongly encourage any Los Angelenos reading this to make a trip downtown to the Ahmanson Theatre for the touring production of Spring Awakening before it leaves L.A. on December 7th. Also, the Broadway version will have its final show on January 18th, so if you’re in the Big Apple this winter, check out Spring Awakening before it becomes just another misguided adaptation by Chris Columbus.

While the World Falls Apart, Read the New Issue

This is a few weeks belated, but there’s a new issue of Mean magazine on newsstands everywhere! This issue arrives accompanied by a series of web-only short films that bring the standard celebrity photo shoots alive in a world of mindfucking WTF moments: Sir Ben Kingsley becomes Minor Threat’s Ian MacKaye, SNL’s Bill Hader flips out like Harvey Keitel in Abel Ferrara’s cult classic, Bad Lieutenant, and the insanely funny Anna Faris tap dances on an endless sea of her own tears. Next Monday will see the premiere of the latest video on Mean’s site, with Seth Rogen and Elizabeth Banks of Zack and Miri Make a Porno ruminating on the complexities of sex in a video by American History X auteur Tony Kaye.

This is my final issue of Mean as associate editor, as I’ve decided to go freelance and focus my concentration on writing (and acting, and filmmaking… I’m just putting editorial work on the sidelines, for now). I’ve got four articles in the issue, including interviews with Six Feet Under/True Blood creator, Alan Ball; the talented and beautiful Summer Bishil, who stars in Ball’s latest feature film, Towelhead; and Scott McMicken– the lead singer of my favorite band in the world, Dr. Dog (whose conversation was so ramblingly awesome and captivating that I posted the leftover bits here). Also, I wrote the column about sneakers and which ones you should buy to craft your consumer identity, but in a fun way!

So check it out, before the coming police state or post-apocalyptic looters sweep it off your the shelves at your local Barnes & Noble.

Missed Connections: My Saturday Night

Midnight in the Garden of Karen and Richard

Australian photographer/video artist Darren Sylvester sent me an e-mail out of the blue last May, asking to see my pictures of The Carpenters’ back yard. I’d had the fortuitous privilege of visiting Karen and Richard’s former Downey, CA abode a year earlier, when I’d lucked upon an estate sale held by the current owners of the property. From the street, it looks like any other nondescript stucco ranch style home, but the decaying backyard garden serves as a sad reminder that the property was once a suburban sanctuary for the duo that personified a more conservative, domesticated rock n’ roll, running their lives completely counter to the status quo of debaucherous rebellion (at least, on the surface level). What should be a veritable pop culture landmark has fallen into complete disrepair in the 15 years since Karen’s untimely death.

Sylvester’s interest in the pictures I shot that day stemmed from a video project he was working on, about “time and decay in music.” He ended up creating a scale simulation of the Carpenters’ backyard at its zenith, perhaps recapturing the serene splendor that is now all but gone from its real-life counterpart. “It looked amazing, albeit strange,” he told me in a recent e-mail. “It was around 60 square metres in size, and we put it together in a day, filmed the next day, took it down the next.” The video, entitled I Was The Last in the Carpenters Garden, will be premiering on November 15th at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane, Australia.

Sylvester was kind enough to answer a few questions for Future Shipwreck in anticipation of his upcoming video. If you can’t make it to Australia for the premiere, a selection of his work is currently on display stateside through October 11th at the Bruce Silverstein Gallery in New York, as part of the Silverstein Gallery Annual.

What significance does Karen Carpenter’s tragic story hold for you? Also, of all the places in their lives, why did you choose the Carpenters’ backyard to re-create for your latest video?

It wasn’t really Karens tragic story, more I’m a fan of their music, especially the emotion they could distill within a pop song format – of course, what occurred is that Karen was obviously singing it like she meant it – she truly had a broken heart, and she played drums, so I like to think of her as the original Riot Girl.

So after reading a lot about their history, I realised a lot revolved around their family unit, and the home. Their father went with them on a promotional trip to Japan and loved the gardens, so came back to LA and made his own take on it.


The Explanation Is Boring. It’s Simple. I Don’t Care, 2006

Whether by pointing out the inherent morbidity of glamour’s time-fearing deceptions, or by elevating seemingly meaningless transitory moments into disarmingly hyperreal focus, there seems to be a current running through your work hinting at the dangers of ignoring the urgency of the present in favor of investing hope and energy in some intangible, idealistic future. How do you keep yourself grounded in the reality of the everyday?

Yes, but we all struggle with time don’t we. It’s the one thing that will always beat us. I don’t like mornings when you wake up and look in the mirror and think you look old today. Realising you’ll never be this young again. Always older than before. So, I quite like to slow some parts down and re-examine them, such as this garden, or through photographing a set based on a set from a movie. Or recreating video clips, take for take.


Don’t Substitute a Life to Satisfy Mine, 2007

Your work speaks to the strangeness of a global culture where consumption has become so imbued in our lifestyle that it often serves as a proxy for human interaction. How do you feel that individuals in laissez-faire economies such as Australia’s and America’s can constructively change the amount of sway global corporations have over our lives?

I don’t think they can really sway. I don’t think people are that smart, and really don’t think they can come under one banner for change, and I don’t think they mind things the way they are. And then what is the alternative? No global sway? I think we’d all get bored.


Time Has Life Meaning, 2007

I might off-base here, but it seems like clothing plays a significant role in your work– in your photographs the wardrobe frequently feels highly specific, uncomfortably idealized and socially constricting. Do you find yourself consciously trying to convey information and undertones with your wardrobe choices?

I do choose the clothes, yes! I like things that are in colour and simple in design, so it doesn’t age – that is the main aim. And to have no logos, except for the work where they all wore GAP. Because of this, they tend to be quite conservative in dress. I guess that makes them look pure, however the works are like parables and morals to tell you a story of something darker underneath, that we all know about – but don’t really discuss. Kind of like The Carpenters.

Top three images: Stills from I Was the Last in the Carpenters Garden
2008, two-channel DVD, sound, duration: 14 min.
For the exhibition Contemporary Australia: Optimism
Gallery of Modern Art, Brisbane QLD, 15 Nov 08 – 22 Feb 09

Sion Sono’s Exte: Hair Extensions

Before you say anything, just stop. I know. You’re sick of Japanese horror movies– you’ve had them crammed down your throat all decade, and you’ve reached critical mass. As if their movie of the week compositions, cliché dialogue, and gaping plot holes weren’t enough, you’ve been tricked into sitting through their even duller American incarnations time after mind-numbing time. You’ve been led through the same creepy hallways and past the same undead toddlers by a parade of WB stars trying to make inroads and talented actresses slumming it for a paycheck (we may forgive you, Naomi Watts and Jennifer Connelly, but we’ll never forget).


But Exte: Hair Extensions is different! It’s a parody of J-Horror– but that’s oversimplifying matters, for this is no Scary Movie. Hair Extensions uses the horror-comedy genre as a convenient vehicle with which to deliver a diverse assortment of pure entertainment, ranging from the surface story about bloodthirsty hair extensions to an emotionally fraught drama about child abuse, to a glimpse into one adorably optimistic girl’s (Kill Bill and Battle Royale‘s Chiaki Kuriyama) dream of hair salon superstardom, and the bizarre indulgences of a necrophiliac hair fetishist. Plus, there’s a musical number. And perhaps because it’s infused with that undefinable Japanese-weird quality, it all holds together– without resorting to cheap titillation or humdrum poop jokes.
 


This one-note trailer is highly misleading.

Sion Sono, the poet-turned-auteur behind Hair Extensions, never appears in public without a black fedora, and is also responsible for a film which I count among my personal favorites: 2002′s absurdly cryptic, teeny-bopper-fearing existential gorefest Suicide Club. There too, he uses J-horror as a facade to delve into more interesting ideas, ruminating on Internet obsession, the breakdown of familial relations, media saturation and late-capitalist pop music. And he doesn’t fail to deliver on the awesomely inappropriate musical number in that film, either. Like his more famous contemporary Takashi Miike (who, incidentally, never appears in public without sunglasses), Sono works inside the skeleton of genre limitations, but seems more interested in having fun and experimenting than making sense or delivering a happy ending. Luckily for us, whoever keeps financing their projects doesn’t seem to mind.

Evan Gruzis Conjures the Dystopian Eighties

With all the venetian shades, shattered Ray Bans, and menacing palm trees in former Los Angeleno Evan Gruzis’ ink paintings, it’s no surprise that the artist lists Bret Easton Ellis as a major influence. The foreboding Eighties imagery that permeates through Gruzis’ smoggy dystopia matches Less Than Zero‘s particular brand of numbed So-Cal excess far more accurately than the Robert Downey Jr.-starring pseudo-adaptation, which turned a soul-crushing satire of Reagan-era alienation into an after school special about the dangers of narcotics.

Gruzis’ paintings also conjure the aforementioned era’s seductively vacuous reinterpretation of film noir thrillers: Michael Mann’s Manhunter, William Fridekin’s To Live and Die in L.A., Paul Schrader’s American Gigolo, and Brian De Palma’s Body Double, to name a few disparate examples. It was an unsung cinematic movement marked by chaste indulgence, with gold-plated Mercedes, black velvet, and bachelor pads full of stuffy extravagance serving as a backdrop for gruff men on sexually violent missions that involved guns, broken mirrors, and synth-heavy, droning musical scores.

It all adds up to a seemingly disaffected, almost hopeless mystery. But Gruzis makes a specific point to distance himself from mere nihilist void-gazing, embedding underneath the dark sense of humor a subtle tenderness that makes his work all the more fascinating. From Fecal Face‘s fantastic interview with Gruzis:

I’m going to take a stand and say that I don’t advocate cynicism. Think about it: what does it generate other than negative rhetoric, more cynicism? I want my work to be more open than that. I treat what I do as absurdist and sometimes satirical, modes that have tradition within culture and media. These can often resemble cynicism, and it’s tricky not to cross the line. Much of my work is intentionally vapid, but I don’t intend it to be negative.