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Scorsese Wins the Oscar

Scorsese Wins the Oscar - On Saturday night I went to the engagement party of my cousin, R, and we were sitting around the pool in her apartment complex celebrating that. A bunch of my other cousins, who I hadn't seen for fifteen years, were there, as a brief aside for those of you who keep up with that sort of thing. That's not really up for discussion here in public, however, but the guy who lived in the apartment block, and who with his girlfriend and friend, came down and sat in the spa, are, though. Because this guy was what many of you will be able to recognise as a Film Geek: he professed to own over a thousand DVDs, and have them catalogued on his computer, and organised into genre on his shelves. He was a good looking, rich film geek of a guy, with a good looking girlfriend, and I'm sure, somewhere in his apartment, were files for the scripts he wrote, and cameras for the short films he made.

At one stage my cousins and him were discussing Al Pacino and someone (I forget who now) wanted to know what films he was in. The Film Geek rattled off a few, and I added Dog Day Afternoon, which made him turn to me and say, 'You must be a bit of a film buff, huh?'

'I like films.'

'To reference Dog Day Afternoon, though, you gotta fancy films a bit.'

I just shrugged. It's an old film, made before Pacino started chewing on the scenery, and not a bad one at that, but it hardly rocks my world. If anything, I like the title more than I like the actual film, and if I could, I'd steal it.

'So what's your favourite film then?' he asks. 'I got a theory that everyone's favourite film says something about them.'

'I dunno, I like a lot of films--I don't really go for that favourite thing.'

'You must have one.'

I hate those kinds of questions--there's more to the world than one kind of film, and more than one kind of opinion, and I always struggle to find a way to explain without coming across like an arrogant shit. Eventually, I said, 'I like Jim Jarmusch films.'

'The black and white one with Johnny Depp?"

'Yeah, but Mystery Train and Ghost Dog are the ones I like the most.'

'That French speaking shit in Ghost Dog sucked--that film sucked.'

'So what's your favourite film?'

I figured he had an answer and he did, real quick: 'Fight Club.'

The first word in my head was 'dilettante', so I suppose he was right about his theory that favourite films say something about you.

Comments

ataxi
Feb. 27th, 2007 03:29 am (UTC)
To build upon this cosmology of hipsterness, now that I think about it ...
Visualise "hipsterdom" (for want of a better term) as a vortex of concentric circles. In the middle are young minds unpolluted by discretionary media. Outside these are varying levels of hipster. Outside these are varying levels of post-hipster. The young minds spiral out into the circles of jaded buffery like a toilet flushing in reverse.

When you're part of the inner circles of the wannabe hipster/collector/buff vortex, you naturally deride lower-level hipster plays (like praising Fight Club) as a way of asserting your own hipster-status.

Once you've moved to the post-hipster "enlightenment" circle of Heaven, in which you sit around claiming hipsters are lame and "music's good if and only if I think it's good" (a claim that, I would say from my own self-absorbed meta-meta-level, demonstrates a blatant lack of understanding of a huge part of the popular art experience), and you're aware of the transition of noob to hipster and all the attendant mindlessness, these low-level hipster plays seem even more lame.

Once you recognise that there is a vortex, perhaps you're prone to finding everything both lame and wonderful all at once, and your faculties of taste have become utterly useless. Anyway.
benpeek
Feb. 27th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
Re: To build upon this cosmology of hipsterness, now that I think about it ...
Once you recognise that there is a vortex, perhaps you're prone to finding everything both lame and wonderful all at once, and your faculties of taste have become utterly useless.

or you disappear up your own ass ;)

still, i love how everything you've said casts us all as jaded hipsters, with our own hispster standard. clearly, we all need a t-shirt.
ataxi
Feb. 27th, 2007 05:16 am (UTC)
R. MUTT approves
Actually, when you're located in your own arsehole (and I know this from personal experience, you understand) the faculty of taste is pretty much completely useless :-)

Remembering that under my Grand Unified Theory of the functions of social stratification induced by the individually varying relative experience of Art, the whole crystal-spheres-equivalent of the firmament of hipsterdom resembles a toilet flushing in reverse, I'd say the natural corporate logo for our T-shirt would be an abstracted version of Duchamp's "Fountain".
benpeek
Feb. 27th, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
Re: R. MUTT approves
i think the t-shirt should read, 'when you're located in your own arsehole the faculty of taste is pretty much useless.'

:)
ataxi
Feb. 27th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
Re: R. MUTT approves
Could also work. Refining ...

FRONT: "Art is a toilet that flushes in reverse" written in circular fashion around abstracted icon of "Fountain".

REAR: "TASTE IS USELESS WHEN YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD UP YOUR ARSE".
benpeek
Feb. 27th, 2007 07:03 am (UTC)
Re: R. MUTT approves
nah. i never been a fan of those front and back shirts. i'm a keep it simple sort of dude.