Posts from 3rd January 2006

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Jan 06

Where Is Just William Film?

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It is an unusual week when you can see two films with the word Just in the title. Just is such a wishy washy word, when used in its non-justice sense (and even then it is usually used wishy-washy people). Even Dictionary.Com when presented with this rubbish word offers up this page with Joust coming first instead, as it is more exciting.

So we start with Just Like Heaven which is Just Like Ghost except for a major plot twist. Actually it is a lot less sappy than Ghost and (dread phrase coming up) is rather sweet if you like this kind of thing*. It has lots of complicated ghost rules which it makes up itself, but is short and to the point. Its point however is that the dead girl is more alive than the living guy – which is clearly not true. The alive guy may be moping around the house, sad since the death of his wife, but he can pick stuff up, and breathe which is more than Witherspoon can do. It is notable for introducing the key motif of the Just films, namely blokes who are offered sex and turn it down.

In Just Friends this is because lead actor Ryan “Blade III” Reynolds is scared it will spoil his friendship with Any “The Butterfly Effect” Smart. He is also being stalked by Anna “Scary Movie III” Farris whilst avoiding his mother Julie “Airplane” Hagerty. Chris “American Pie” Klein is in there too, which is the key point, as this is clearly trying to be a new AP. It rocks up much nearer There’s Something About Mary (basically half-inching its plot) and what it lacks in sophistication it makes up in hurting small children jokes. There are not enough hurting small children jokes however to make it stand out. And oddly Ryan Reynolds fat suit for the first ten minutes seems to haunt him for the rest of the film as he still looks fat. Notable only really for how much it ignores the fact that people age between sixteen and twenty six.

The moral. Films with Just in the title are under-ambitious crowd pleasers, not bad but never great.

*For my sins I do.

Hot Missionary and the Photos That Love Them

The Brown Wedge2 comments • 1,441 views

nate one
Rhonda Anderson

I was w. mom again for new years, and we went for new years eve to the local lds church—I grew up there and mom was a member, and I took some photos, none of them really turned out, but I posted a couple on flickr, just because—one was of that night, two leatherette bound books under a lamp, on top of a cheap table.

The books, the bible and the book of Mormon, were used as tags, so other people could navigate them. Sometimes I use them myself, in the same way that Freudian psychoanalysts use word association to plumb the id—and while looking thru other tags w. lds, I noticed Nate ones photo sets (I also noticed dozens of really boring, picture perfect photos of various temples, but that’s another piece)

Nate’s photostream reminded me of one of the few photos to ever win credit in the LDS Museum of Cultures triennial art show. The art that usually wins the contest are realist paintings of families, kitschy work featuring Aryan saviors, and the odd metaphorical landscape—rarely there is anything so documentary, the art contest proves more then anything else, that the Mormons are now essentially middle American protestants.

However, there is something strange in LDS culture, 200 years of separate cultures, separate language, separate ritual and separate land. They can be in many ways, intensely insular. So, having these 70 or so photos by who ever Nate is and having this one photo by whoever Anderson is, teaches us about the church.

In Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, there is a line about two boys together clinging, and I keep coming back to that, when thinking about Nate One’s pictures—the same men in the same suits, doing the same jobs, the same homosocial tension of the military, the same desire towards god that comes with seminaries, but out in the world. There is the same drawing of Christ, throughout the photostream here, and the same photos of prophets in Rhonda Anderson’s meta-work. That image of Christ was on my door growing up, and it was the one I knew in Sunday school, it is the most popular image of Christ known, and it has thousands of copies, it is ubiquitous in LDS circles—and if it looks like it was illustrated in the 50s by people who did pulps, It was because the church rebranded under David O McKay about that time, actually hiring pulp artists (look at last months Illustration magazine for copies)

There appears stillness; loneliness in Rhonda Anderson’s work, there is so silence in Nate’s. Missionaries are not allowed to be alone, for the months they are gone, there is someone ever present (and when they transfer to new areas they all go together in clumps, 10 missionaries in the same greyhound bus station) They say the same thing then, there is an (unintential?) surveillance aesthetic here, the faces of the prophets of the church, the pulp Jesus, yr fellow workers in the fields of the lord. The absence of living people in Anderson’s is not still, the constant presence of icons of virtue maintain that.

It feels weird to be writing about this work as anthropology, though. To talk about something framed as art in opposition and conjunction with something framed as souvenir photos really seems churlish. But flickr encourages that—it is tagged book of Mormon, or LDS or Bible or Jesus not art/not art—it blasts apart any dichotomy between the personal and the public aesthetic (at least somewhat, if he wanted us not to see it, then he could have marked it private) and with a BFA in photography, and a tendency towards banal series, Anderson has swallowed the flickr aesthetic, the artless art photograph makes things difficult.

The question one has to ask then, is not is this art but does this add something valid to our understanding of what we are looking at. Nate and Rhonda both do that.

nate one
Rhonda Anderson

COMPUTER GAMES VIOLENCE SHOCKER!!!

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Just a quick note for anyone who got a violent computer game for Christmas:

US Computer Game Releases Correalated Against Violent Crime Statistics.

Food for thought indeed.

Perished

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RIP Maurice Dodd: creator of The Perishers.