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‘There were boos at Cannes when Bruno Dumont’s L’humanité (1999) won three major awards. Boos perhaps because he’s self-taught, an unusual filmmaker working outside the main tradition of the French film industry, and a creator of such extraordinarily fresh work that he polarizes opinion moreso than Mr. Stone-in-the-shoe himself — Lars von Trier. Instead, Dumont — unhappy with modern art cinema (“it’s lost touch with life”) — wants his cinema to “return man to the body, to the heart, to truth”. I greatly admire his clean, organic approach and find his films intoxicating, indeed, utterly essential.
‘If you gravitate towards cinema that is more than just fickle entertainment (a rare pastime today, I know) then the haloed procession of poet filmmakers over the last century will probably have caught your interest. For me, Bruno Dumont’s cinema is refreshingly devoid of the aristocratic notions and self-referential winking that can sometimes asphyxiate modern art cinema. Dumont refuses to let meaning be obfuscated by these unfortunate traits – traits which have ghettoized modern art films to the fringes of cultural discourse. His films aren’t made as traditional entertainment nor do they exist to make money (something that must seem incomprehensible to most American filmmakers and audiences) — but how refreshing they are!
‘Bruno Dumont spent his twenties and most of his thirties working two jobs (teaching philosophy and making commercial films for local businesses) after being refused a place at the top film schools in France. His first film was for a bank surveillance company. Subsequent films dealt with heavy industry, machines in action and manufacturing procedures — basically from-a-raw-material-to-a-finished-product type films. He described the process in a 1999 interview, “I had the camera go inside the chocolate machine, which brought me one of my first emotions through film. It was beautiful to see chocolate fall down and I managed to amplify this and create emotion. People were touched to see the candy, and after that I was always trying, always searching for the emotion. I was only shooting the machines, but I was looking for the emotion in the machines.”
‘For fifteen years he shot candy manufacturing films, the building of a highway, a real estate attorney’s congress, and other seemingly banal projects. Dumont described how, looking back on this, everything he was filming, no matter how dull, became interesting, “I learnt how to make uninteresting things interesting. The way I work today is completely linked to those ten years of filming nothing.”‘ — Nick Wrigley, MoC, 2003
‘Dumont is that French director your friends have warned you about. His characters pontificate about God, death, and evil between being violated and subjugated. He shoots through a lens filter called “abject Gallic misery.” Christ-figures abound and they’re mortified enough for three crucifixions. He’s been mixing Tod Browning, Catherine Breillat and Carl th. Dreyer for over fifteen years and until recently he had but two settings: beautifully troubling and unbearably bleak. It seems however, he’s emptied the suggestion box and realized that perhaps he’d gone as far as his obsessions could carry him in his chosen mode. Maybe seven films without a single laugh was a little much? Well, fear Dumont’s unsettling vision of humanity no more: he’s trawled through his back catalogue (which includes the punishing Twentynine Palms, the transcendent Hadewijch, and the abstruse Hors Satan) and, for his eighth and most recent film, put together a hilarious remix of his greatest hits in the form of a joyfully bizarre 3-hour miniseries. Saying P’tit Quinquin is Dumont’s funniest and warmest film doesn’t count for much, but could I interest you in one of the sharpest autocritiques in recent memory? Dumont’s real trick isn’t spinning his iconic imagery for laughs, but doing so without straying from his usual mission of investigating the extent to which humans can possibly be modeled after God in the most violent imaginable terms.
‘Dumont will next helm Ma Loute, a burlesque period comedy in the vein of Li’l Quinquin co-starring Juliette Binoche, Fabrice Luchini and Valeria Bruni Tedeschi. Set at the beginning of the 20th century, in a seaside village of the North of France, the film will center around the forbidden romance between Maloute and Billie who belong to two family clans who hate each other. On one hand, there are The Belforts, modest fishermen and cannibals, and on the other, the Van Peteghems, upper-class bourgeois known for being consanguineous and crazy thieves. Embroiled in raft of mysterious disappearances, the families are being investigated by two cops.’ — collaged
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Further
Bruno Dumont Official Website
Bruno Dumont @ IMDb
Bruno Dumont @ france culture
Bruno Dumont @ mubi
‘Bruno Dumont’s Bodies’
‘The man with two brains’
‘Films Through The Window: The Cinema Of Bruno Dumont’
‘Bruno Dumont : “Dans ‘P’tit Quinquin’, il y a tout, la déconnade et les larmes”’
‘Chiaroscuro levels of thought.’
‘Vies et passions de Bruno Dumont, cinéaste radical’
‘Dead Meat: Bruno Dumont’s P’tit Quinquin’
‘Sculpture, Bruno DUMONT, 1996’
‘HOPE LIES AT 24 FRAMES PER SECOND: Bruno Dumont’
Bruno Dumont interviewed re: ‘Hors Satan’
‘Bruno Dumont Reveals His Sense of Humor’, by Steevee
Podcast: ‘Bruno Dumont and The New French Mistake’
Video: ‘Coffret Bruno Dumont’
‘The New American Old West: Bruno Dumont’s Twentynine Palms’
‘Bruno Dumont, cinéaste de la transcendance’
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Interview with Bruno Dumont (2006, English subtitles)
Entretien avec Bruno Dumont (2014)
Entretien avec Bruno Dumont (2011)
MASTERCLASS avec Bruno Dumont
[Festival de Cannes : Bruno Dumont : grand prix du jury]
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Interview
Why do you make films?
BRUNO DUMONT: That’s a very simple and a very difficult question. There is a desire expressed through cinema and its methods to search and to find what’s inside of others. I would like to express my own views on the mysteries of life.
Degas has said that art is false, and one can only approach the truth through falsity. Do you think that the cinema, because it is a false medium, is best able in art to capture something like the truth?
BD: Yes, I think that all art is false. And that with art in general–talking about life in false ways–can you attain truth. Because the truth can only be expressed through lies and falseness. And those who film truth directly, in your face like seen on television, tell us nothing. Thus the work of the artist is to reveal the truth through his work. When Picasso and Braque invented Cubism, the representation was false in comparison to reality; but it was the reality of truth that they were expressing. An artist must modify reality. It is only through modification that the truth can be expressed. That’s what Degas meant when he said that art was false.
But why do you choose cinema in particular?
BD: I could have easily used painting or literature to express myself, but I think that cinema itself has the capacity to express what is invisible–and this interests me. And, also, cinema is an art of time, of the temporal. Within the perception of existence, time is the most important material of life. Therefore, cinema has a natural capacity to talk about life.
How much does it also have to do with movement as opposed to time?
BD: The movement inside of the frame, the length of the take is the art of organization, everything is time. When I shoot a take from beginning to end, this is time. The actor who moves; this is time. Therefore, all of cinema is time. The art of mise-en-scene is organizing time. The time of the actor, the time of the action, the time of waiting.
You’ve said that very few filmmakers make real cinema. What’s your definition of real cinema?
BD: It’s understanding that what cinema is — is its methods, its artistry, its possibilities. It’s not like all art. It’s understanding what art can be and do. It’s fundamentally a way of expressing oneself. It’s expressing what lies deep within our heart. At the same time, there is a lot of mystery–even in the films that I make. I think the cinema is about mystery. Most of all a spiritual mystery. That’s the most secretive, enigmatic, and foreign. Art is made up of the spiritual.
Are you a believer?
BD: No. If it’s not in man, alone, unsubmissive.
I think connected to the rapture and ecstasy of mystical experiences is the idea of renunciation and abstinence, which is the engine or tool for such an experience. Do you find that by subtracting things from your cinema you are in fact approaching that state?
BD: Yes, absolutely, there’s a connection—and there’s a moral aspect to directing. I’m searching for approaches to filmmaking that have moralistic elements to them and that comprise rules. I impose rules. For example, on the actress [Julie Sokolowski], I forbade her to eat or sleep before shooting. In the same way, I chose an aspect ratio of 1:66 that was very constricting for me, limiting the frame to exactly what’s essential. Also, I shot the film using mono sound. So these constraints that I impose on myself also impose certain choices and force us to limit ourselves. It’s true there’s a process of taking away and purifying or paring down to what’s essential. I make films with very little money, but surprisingly enough it’s not a problem. On the contrary, it’s very helpful to what I’m doing. It’s extraordinary to make a film about religious faith with an actress who has absolutely no belief in God whatsoever. But these contradictions force us to work harder. Surprisingly, I found that the more paradoxical things were, the better the film works. It’s something I don’t understand—and that I find very disturbing.
How do you position yourself in relation to an audience?
BD: My position is very paradoxical. When I’m making a film, I’m not concerned with how a spectator will respond. I’m not working to make the films accessible, but at the same time, I have a great deal of respect for the audience because I’m aware that it’s through their gaze that my film will be completed. I realize I’m an individual just like any other member of the audience, and I think if there is a dignity to cinema, it lies in the audience who receives the film and completes it.
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Bruno Dumont’s 12 films
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Vie de Jesus (1997)
‘In La vie de Jésus, Dumont represents the youth of today as decaying — lost and despairing — yet he’s aware that they hold the future in their hands. He wants to combat their despair, to make them understand that they are capable of inventing their own future, “What’s important is the person who watches it. He continues to live,” — Dumont said at the film’s release — “perhaps in this darkness he will see the glimmer, but I stopped, finally at the moment when the glimmer appears. I’m not a prophet, it is not for me to say anything, it is for people to do something.”‘ — MoC
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L’Humanite (1999)
‘L’humanité is a film that people either seem to be locked into from the start or they just can’t abide. At the time of L’humanité’s release, Sight & Sound magazine in the UK ran a feature article with an opposing rant and rave by two writers. The rave was by Mark Cousins who talked about the “stare” of the film. He wrote, “Dumont has no pity in his eyes for his extraordinarily empathetic policeman, who seems to absorb all the evil he sees. This creates a completely gripping system of looks — icy cold looking at burning hot — which is miles away from the Film Studies categories of the gaze, the objectifying look, the invisible narrative look. The stare of L’humanité is CinemaScope Pasolini, unblinking Bresson.”‘ — MoC
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Twentynine Palms (2003)
‘Dumont’s third is perhaps his most polarizing film yet. If one were trying to plot where Dumont might go after his first two films, you’d be hard-pressed to plot this. It’s certainly no retread, and it marks a few important changes in Dumont’s approach. Firstly, it’s set in the USA; secondly, it features “proper actors” for the first time; and thirdly, it was written in two weeks whereas his earlier films took a number of years each. Twentynine Palms is a unique film which shows — in the simplest, bleakest terms — how senseless violence can engender further senseless violence. The visceral immediacy of this summation stays with you for days.’ — MoC
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Flandres (2006)
‘Flanders is a remarkable film, though it is not an easy film to digest. This is director Bruno Dumont’s fourth feature, and like his previous films, it contains scenes of crude behavior and gruesome brutality. Flanders is relentlessly bleak, but as it works its way into your bloodstream, the aftertaste is somewhat akin to relief. It’s like a confession. For those who allow it, Flanders offers the comfort of recognition, and acceptance, of what it means to be human. Dumont refutes the notion of film as entertainment with a monk’s diligence. An austere stylist, he pares everything down to its essence, so that a film like Flanders almost doesn’t feel like a film at all. He uses nonprofessional actors, there is no music on the soundtrack, and there is very little in the way of a story. It’s a bit like what happens when we look at an abstract expressionist painting. It’s better not to try to understand the painting on an intellectual level, but to let it enter your awareness through how it makes you feel, in your gut.’ — Beverly Berning, Culture Vulture
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Hadewijch (2009)
‘Hadewijch ends with a bang—or seems to—after which Hadewijch returns us to the convent for what at first feels like a flashback, and then like a dream (both of which would also be Dumont firsts), and which, even taken literally, ranks among the most haunting and profoundly beautiful sequences in all of Dumont’s work. It is a sequence that begins with an act of penance and builds to the long-delayed meeting between Hadewijch and a grubby-faced construction worker (Henri Cretel, who was the cuckolding friend in Flanders) labouring on the convent grounds. Like so much in Hadewijch, what happens between them can be seen as something entirely of this world or as an act of divine intervention. Either way, it reaffirms that Dumont himself is a cause very much worth believing in.’ — Scott Foundas, Cinema Scope
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Hors Satan (2011)
‘In Hors Satan (Outside Satan), which premiered at Un Certain Regard in 2011, a drifter (David Dewaele) who lives in a makeshift shelter on the Côte d’Opale shore (a few stacked bricks next to his campfire block the wind) has an intimate friendship with a lanky young emo girl (Alexandra Lemâtre) in a nearby town; she feeds him loaves of bread and they spend time lounging on the meadows, but to her dismay, he rebuffs her romantic advances. Their closeness deepens after he kills her stepfather, for reasons that are only hinted at (sexual abuse), unlocking a cycle of violent acts that engulfs the local community. An air of mystery surrounds the craggy-faced drifter, a man of worship twice seen kneeling in prayer in the twilight, his folded hands and rapt face echoing faded illustrations of Marian visionaries. Regarded as a spiritual healer by at least one woman, who seeks him out to minister to her catatonic teenage daughter, upon whom he performs a strangely lascivious exorcism, Dumont’s laconic anti-hero is neither divine nor demonic, despite his apparent ability (glimpsed in one eerily gorgeous sequence) to conjure fire. This dualism is never resolved; it is set to spin like a gyroscope. Though Dumont’s thematic interest in religion and morality persists from Hadewijch, the film’s reality is not the world’s. Instead, we are confronted with profane Nature — instinct and wildness, in many guises — as well as a few (supernatural) puzzles, then left to decide the undecidable for ourselves.’ — Filmmaker Magazine
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Camille Claudel 1915 (2013)
‘There are at least three beautiful things in Bruno Dumont’s depressing new film. First, there are cinematographer Guillaume Deffontaines’s precise visual compositions. Stark and minimalist, at times they resemble classical Dutch painting. Second, there’s the film’s use of light—and Dumont’s patience with it. He employs lingering shots of the outdoor sun coming in through a gauzy window, or the light on a wall, or the shadows on a rug. Third, and most important, is Dumont’s use of light as metaphor for the radiance of Camille Claudel’s heart and soul. Camille (Juliette Binoche), one of history’s great tortured artists, is seen eking out a semblance of life in a rural lunatic asylum. From her prayers, and the look in her eyes, it’s clear that the light of God is within her. Aside from her brother, Paul (Jean-Luc Vincent), God is the only thing she can cling to. The barely-there narrative hinges upon Paul’s impending visit. Dumont surrounds Binoche with mentally handicapped actors—an unsettling choice that heightens the sense that Camille does not deserve her fate. He also makes Paul something of a heartless loon, so that when his much-anticipated visit takes place, it’s not long before Camille makes a scene, confirming her brother’s worst fears. Paul, in fact, has had a transfiguring experience, triggered by reading Rimbaud, and his own obsessive Catholic patter makes him seem even more off his rocker than Camille. It’s an impossibly hopeless situation, yet Dumont’s craft and Binoche’s face somehow achieve transcendence.’ — Film Comment
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P’tit Quinquin (2014)
‘The thing you’ll remember about P’tit Quinquin, over even the most perfectly timed joke or the adorably misshapen head of Quinquin, is the face of Bernard Pruvost, as the detective protecting his flock from the murderer. Pruvost looks like Albert Einstein and has a facial tic that causes his face to move involuntarily in very noticable ways, meaning he delivers something like four reactions for every stimuli and sometimes more. He’s a real-world cartoon in Dumont’s hands, a man who never stifles his attempts at respectability, even though they’re constantly rejected. His attempts at yelling at some kids about highway safety are thwarted when his partner turns their car in the wrong direction with his head still hanging out the window. Upon learning of the state of the first victim, he muses, more to himself than anyone listening: “Headless…so I need the head, basically.” However funny he is, there is an undeniable sadness to Pruvost’s character, a man unable to stop his town from succumbing to the slowly encroaching darkness. A long take late in the film finds him sitting and listening to the church organist play only for him, his face soaking with sadness. He’s as much cop as activist priest, fighting the devil one sin at a time, preserving an innocence that isn’t his to protect. He’s this season’s most offbeat detective, beating out even Joaquin Phoenix’s coke-snorting Doc Sportello in Inherent Vice.’ — Scout Tafoya
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Slack Bay (2016)
‘“Slack Bay” is a gestural burlesque of passion and rage, of tense manners yielding to furious desires, of carefully constructed appearances warped and rent by the constant and hidden force of the unspeakable, of a society that depends on radically maintained differences and distinctions that don’t hold up against relentless natural forces—and even of a metaphysical sense of wonder that distills the grand peculiarity of the whole crazy scheme into mysteries of a holy absurdity.’ — Richard Brody, The New Yorker
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The Childhood of Joan of Arc (2017)
‘Pitched somewhere between Straub-Huillet and Headbangers Ball, Monty Python and Messiaen, Bruno Dumont’s new feature Jeannette, l’enfance de Jeanne d’Arc marks an unexpected and near-perfect synthesis of the French iconoclast’s many disparate interests and obsessions. Jeannette speaks most fully to both Dumont’s aleatoric process and his ideological constitution, traits which here find thrilling release in the form of a musical comedy inspired by the early life of France’s most famous martyr. Joining a long tradition of Joan of Arc films, Jeannette is unique amongst its forebears by the mere fact of its circumscribed vantage. While films by Bresson, Dreyer, Rivette, and Preminger have focused on Joan’s battlefield perils, her trial on charges of witchcraft and heresy, and eventual death at the stake at the age of 19, Dumont’s story centres on an adolescent Jeanne, from the throes of her spiritual awakening to her decision to leave home and take up arms. By reimagining the perspective of the prescribed Joan of Arc narrative, Dumont has in the process performed a keen bit of art-historical reconciliation, reframing the image of a woman whose life and legacy have been defined most often by her fate, rather than the complexities of her character.’ — Jordan Cronk
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France (2021)
‘Is Bruno Dumont transitioning yet again? This was a dark melodrama and social satire – a damning critique of the parasitic nature of modern journalism. The best material here could easily have been whittled down to more trenchant effect, while the narrative is too twisty and digressive to sustain itself… What he’s attempting here is a new meshing of his broader comic style and the stark moral questioning that has always characterised his dramas – and while the attempt to juggle several registers should be applauded, the result is too irregular to really gel.’ — Jonathan Romney
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France – Q&A with Bruno Dumont
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The Empire (2024)
‘The Empire, on the one hand, plays like a Star Wars spoof, and on the other is a natural extension of Dumont’s transcendent style, spiked with crude sexuality and freak-show mysticism à la Twin Peaks. There are lightsabers, intergalactic travels, a Light Side and a Dark Side led by humanoid warriors—or, rather, space creatures that take on the bodies of provincial townies in the north of France. On Earth, an innocuous-looking child known as “the Wain” embodies all the evil in the universe. Members of the Dark Side, including the Wain’s father, a louche fisherman; an iPhone-obsessed floozy; and a wild-eyed space jester played by Fabrice Luchini, are tasked with protecting the child. Adherents to the Light Side—a bikini-clad Jedi (Anamaria Vartolomei) and her sparrow-faced sidekick—must destroy the kid. Dumont pokes fun at the absolutism that dictates these warring factions, split between 0s and 1s, staging executions of random locals that come off as completely arbitrary (if only to us mere mortals). The banality of the Opal Coast countryside—with its cows, lazy cops, and junkyard aesthetics—assumes an awesome power thanks to Dumont’s dazzling wide compositions, creating humorous parallels between base human activities and celestial journeys. Ultimately, these mythologies devolve into nothingness, with the action (in the finale, a spaceship showdown) subsumed into a magnificent black hole, a void not unlike the serene indifference, the boredom, of quiet country folk.’ — Beatrice Loayza
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p.s. Hey. ** jay, Hey. That last ‘Alien’ movie is good? I suspected otherwise from afar, but I can’t remember why. Huh. ‘Blink Twice’ sounds like it definitely deserves at least a peek. Thanks, bud. ‘HHU’ is pricey? Even the Harper Collins one? That sucks. The Todd James version of ‘The Sluts’ is so much better. The cover of the normal version has always made me cringe. Low end homoerotic blah. Thanks about ‘French Hole’. Yeah, there are the entrances of some new secret passages to the whole there if one is looking for them. ‘La Chimera’, I don’t know it. Okay, another add, and it sounds like a top of the list prospect. Thanks a lot. You doing Xmas tonight or in the morning? If I were doing one, it would be tomorrow morning, USA style. ** Misanthrope, Paper Mario is maybe my favorite game franchise. The newest one, which is the one I’m playing right now, ‘Paper Mario: The Origami King’, is a blast. I liked Dylan when I was a teen and when he still doing his whole visionary thing. Plus I found Rimbaud through him because he referenced him in an interview way back. So, I guess I owe him. Owe him enough not to watch Chalamet try to make ‘meaningful’ faces in a sad attempt to be him. But to each his own, always and forever. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘Hellraiser 2’ is a goody, Philip hit the mark. Literally my only plan for Xmas tomorrow is to listen to the new PT, so lucky me, all in all. ** Meg Gluth, Hey, Meg! I’m not allowed to share the details on the World Premiere quite yet, but I think I can say it’ll happen at the beginning of April. Yeah, I love our film, but, Jesus, has it been an endless struggle to get it into the birth canal. What Oscar has reported sounds mega. Meg-a, haha. I’ll watch for a local Claire concert, for sure. I would love to meet her. I hope she gets over here. I’m playing ‘Paper Mario: The Origami King’. It’s great, so clever and constantly inventive. Very Merry Xmas to you tomorrow however that may play out. ** Daniel, And you did get through, maestro. And thank for whatever effort it took. ** Charalampos, Your mom’s phone did the trick, I guess. No, no Xmas plans whatsoever. A walk in the quiet. Otherwise, the same old sans open stores. I assume that food you’re going to eat will be rather spectacular after three months’ preparation. Either that or an inedible antique. I would have to go back and look at your book to pick faves since I read it, gosh, months and months ago now. Your two formal methods of poem writing sound to have much potential. Love back from the middle of France. ** Malik, Hey! Awesome to have you around. Are things going well and interestingly with the theater company? Any recent works or things therein that have especially excited you? Okay, well, I’ll just memorise the name of the short film and hopefully have its bell rung if the film ever gets in my vicinity. Sounds quite interesting. Yeah, really sad and so unexpected loss: Ka. I guess at least he went out firing on all cylinders, as they say. Have a happy Xmas. ** James, I’m glad I made you read a bunch poems. MDMA, the band … their very early stuff is fun, but then they kind of lost it, imo. ‘Haikyuu!’ is news. I’ll look at it. Thanks. I’ve always been tall. I used to get bullied in elementary school because I was so tall but such a wuss. It’s a mixed blessing. No reason to romanticise tallness. I have not yet eaten custard donuts because it requires me taking the metro a ways and then walking a ways to the Krispy Kreme, and I didn’t feel it yesterday. However, I have plans located near the Krispy Kreme today, and I need something sweet to eat on Xmas, so, barring me breaking my leg or something, I should have donuts in tow by tonight. I do like custard, yes, as you can tell. Well, you felt very good leaving college, which that photo made most clear. Merriest Xmas humanly or divinely possible to us both. ** Lucas, Hi. Shit, eek, about your mom, but phew that she’s de-hospitalised. Enjoy your Xmas. Do your very best to, or, more importantly, I hope your company does their very best to give you one. Thanks for the card! It’s lovely. I only got one mailed Xmas card this year. I didn’t even get my annual John Waters Xmas card. Well, not yet anyway. There’s still the mail to come today. I really don’t think anything you write could be corny. Trust the feedback. Awesome! ** Steeqhen, ‘Hotboxed’ is a kind of cool word. I’m going to use it today and see what people’s faces look like when I use it. I liked ‘The Simpsons’ too. Maybe I liked ‘South Park’ even more. In fact I still like ‘South Park’. Happy you’re writing poetry. My Xmas is and looks to be very kind of nothing, which is fine really. The weather is cold, 6 degrees C, and kind of a grayish blue. No rain yet today. Snow would be nice, but it sure doesn’t look to be in offing. Happy Xmas Eve! ** Adem Berbic, Hey! The 26th should be A-okay for me and ideally for Zac too. I’ll check re: him. Just shoot me a reminder around then. Yes, believe or not, we finally got rid our film’s monster. We are left shouldering all the debt and problems that the monster caused, which is a headache, but the monster is gone, and the film is free! Cool about Alex. I’ll watch my box. Until soon and then slightly less soon then. Hugs from me with an appropriately Xmas-y overlay. ** Tyler Ookami, Ooh, a ‘new Merzbouw’. That sounds like fun. Zorn, Patton, genre jumping .. gotcha. Vampillia sounds amazing! I’ll get that. I know Tujiko Noriko, she’s worked with Gisele Vienne and me sometimes. Wow, thanks a lot! My first five books were published in Japan, and I had a following over there for a while. That was fun, needless to say. ** Florian Ayala Fauna, Hi, Florian! Cool to see you, and happiest holidays to you too. No, no holidays plans almost whatsoever. Oh, wow, that book you worked on looks very cool. The cover is great. I’m excited for it. Everyone, The amazing artist Florian Ayala Fauna made a lot of collage illustrations for the writer C. L. Methvin’s new short story collection, and you can take a peek at it here. Great stuff, pal. So nice to see you. Have a fun tonight and tomorrow whatever that involves. ** Steve, Gotcha. I have nothing planned at all for tomorrow. I expect it to be ultra-quiet and to enjoy that and whatever that causes me to do, which will probably just be what I always do. Solidarity Cinema is a find, yeah. Someone here turned me onto it. I only know a little Ethel Cain and not enough to know the scoop. Sounds like complicated scoop, which appeals. I’ll listen further, thanks. ** HaRpEr, Hi. Oh, thank you so much. ‘Studying Hunger’ is great. So sorry about the sickness, but I’m glad you used the qualifier ‘little’ at least. Half of the people here are sniffling and blowing their noses. Being on the metro feels kind of kamikaze. Be anthropological, always a saving grace. East Grinstead sounds very peculiar indeed. I’ll look it up, and down too. I think I get what you mean. I literally sort of feel like I haven’t changed much since I was a teenager, so it’s hard to separate my current self from who I was. I’m less moody mostly, I think. And I guess less reckless? That said, I think if you have forgotten who you were to some degree, whatever it takes to get you to remember that early version of you is going to be good for your work and probably your whole life shebang. Maybe? ** Bill, Since the holiday mostly just means all the stores are going to be closed, I’m mostly just making sure to use the stores before they shut me out for a day. Okay, I do know Skylla, Gastr del Sol, and Radian, yes, but I swear there were a bunch of complete unknowns in there. I swear to ‘God’. ** Joseph, Thanks, man. Well, there it was, and you didn’t even have to pay for it. Well, of course, about ‘Casey Anthony’. I ain’t no fool. Err, I’ll go back and find your list in that previous post. I never ever look backwards in the blog until I’m tipped to. Enjoy the road. Like … on the road for a week? Like Kerouac-ian? Thank you for the Bukowski poem. I must admit I’m not the hugest fan of his stuff in general, but I did see him read three different times back in the day, and he was awfully good (and awfully drunk) live. HX! ** Justin D, Thanks, pal. I will read Ottessa Moshfegh. A lot of people I know read her. She did a group reading in LA with some writer friends of mine, and everyone was supposed to read for ten minutes, and she read for more than an hour, and she wouldn’t stop even though people were yelling at her to stop. I thought that was interesting (and a little obnoxious). Someone else just recommended ‘Bird’ to me. I’m on it, thank you. I don’t know why I just assumed you would have a real Xmas tree. But I meant thinking that to be a compliment. Thanks for the Xmas song. I’ll hit it in a minute. I really need something get me in the mood. Happy happy! ** Darby𓃱𓃱, Hey! Spring rolls … yum. I don’t know where you can get good spring rolls here, but such a place must exist. My favorite Tim Buckleys are ‘Lorca’ and ‘Starsailor’, so, cool. Promising haircut. Tell me how it feels when you know how it feels and feel communicative about that. Haha, imagine growing up with Elton John songs playing constantly wherever you went. It was pure horror. I envy your Ramen. I’m going to eat custard donuts, but if I had a headache, I wouldn’t. ** Right. I decided to restore and expand the blog’s old Bruno Dumont Day for you today for whatever reason. Please have at it. Also, since I have no Xmas planned whatsoever, I will be here with a new post tomorrow, so, if you have nothing better to do and want a place to hang, see you then.
Hey! I’m having a nice Xmas morning so far. Watched a documentary, now listening to Phil Ochs for some reason. His bday was a few days ago, Dec 19. Did any more Xmas cards arrive? I finished that short story, it’s here: https://shorturl.at/xQcCt
It’s a five minute read, I’d appreciate it if you checked it out. See you tomorrow!
Hey, just got back from the gym. I will go again Monday now and every day from then. My hunk era coming
I personally like The Sluts standard book cover for the reasons you described as a big dislike in general terms works but so much potential there for covers. It is a little anonymous looking which in a weird way works for the blurry emotions of the book.
Did you ever imagine a film for The Sluts with just text on the screen and different colours of background and just minimal very alluring action? If you did not it is just me then.
I wonder if you ever get visuals of your books in your imagination. For me because you write so specific stuff but open ended too in other ways it is so intriguing to get completely different visuals from each other like going up down left and right with different visualization
Love Bruno Dumont. My fave of his films is his very first film I really like it. But like all the rest but have some gaps too.
I am very excited for the two styles of poems stuff I feel like when you apply a strategy like that you can override the form in so many ways. I like the idea of stuff that holds you back be it rules or “words” of others and then you jump yourself to another direction and do revolutionary jumps through creation
Enjoy quiet Xmas
Oh, awesome. As I imagine is the case with most people here who use Mubi as religiously as me, I’ve only seen “France”, but I was a huge fan, but for some reason I never ended up following up on anything else by this director. I’ve been “watching” (by which I mean, helping cook while looking up when something exciting is happening) a truly terrible Netflix romance/mystery/soap/et cetera series with Isabelle Adjani. So bad, so easy to watch. I think it could be an interesting experiment to watch for the person on this blog with the Housewives of [x] obsession.
Oh, your <a href="https://actionbooks.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/Screen-Shot-2020-12-21-at-3.19.05-PM-600×224.png" Japanese covers are wonderful – I’m sure you’ve seen them, but they really are worth checking out for the other people haven’t come across them. The Frisk one particularly is just spectacular – whenever I send my friends Kindle editions / pdfs of your work, I always include that one instead of the original. I never knew you weren’t a fan of The Sluts’ original cover – is that you maturing, or was there a publisher who saw “gay men” and put a picture of a half naked twink on the cover? I’m kind of curious, are the rest of the covers you’ve got ones you still “stand by”, so to speak?
Anyway, Christmas is tomorrow for me. It’s usually today in my household, but my boyfriend’s family are frighteningly traditional for Christmas. It’s bordering on Wicker Man levels of devotion, I’m beginning to wonder if my boyfriend brings a mentally ill twink to every Christmas to be served at the apex of the feast… haha. Enjoy your Christmas-ish thing, whatever you do. I hope Paper Mario grants you progress, as a present. See ya, and happy holidays!
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I see Mubi has a few Bruno Dumont releases on its UK site for the next few days. Already seen France but Slack Bay and Camille Claudel 1915 are still up, so I may need to take a break from the H00ellraiser mythos for a while over Xmas.
Been enjoying some old Matthew Collings art documentaries on YouTube over the last few days. I do remember paying more attention to his writing style in my 90s art student days but it’s still fun to revisit those old programmes. Right now he’s a bearded outsider drawing cartoons of iconic art world figures and raving about Palestine on social media. I do think that his work is better than ever, as far as I’m concerned.
Hey Dennis,
I definitely enjoy South Park too, still keep up somewhat, play the games (not that new FPS one), and have a soft spot in my heart for the movie — it is in my personal list of greatest movies. I remember watching it at my friend’s house on his birthday when we were 11 and got to the Kyle’s Mom’s a Bitch song before his uncle walked in and made us turn it off. I have some issues with how South Park somewhat caused every other adult oriented show to be crass and shocking; where South Park tended to do it with a bit of intellect, a lot of the rival shows, Simpsons included, became edgy for edgy’s sake. Thankfully though, that trend seemed to have died off, with some shows like Bob’s Burgers coming in that remind me of classic Simpsons, with a lot of heart and love between the characters. Although I think Rick and Morty started a different trend of meta ‘intelligent’ humour, which ironically is also something I dislike. Maybe I’m just a contrarian or pretentious, I just like a middle ground of shock and offensive jokes with a bit of sincerity splashed in.
Hotboxed is such a fun word, and a strange feeling. I went to the bathroom and came back into a room full of hazy smoke that I didn’t realize was there when I left, and quickly forgot about when I sat down again.
I’m in a fun place in my life where so much that had happened to me between the ages of 19-21 exist solely in my past, with any remnant chaos it might have caused being settled. There was this one guy I had a overbearing 2 week situations hip with who I can fully see being a muse of mine for life, and I plan on incorporating that messy experience that destroyed a friendship with another guy for like a year into some story. Cork is so small and everyone knows each other, which can be soul-destroying sometimes, and other times it’s fun — you’re only one person away from that stranger you keep seeing sitting outside a cafe. I think that when I leave, all I’ll write is about Cork and that dysfunctional social dynamic.
Going to write some Substack pieces I’ve had to put off for months today, and hopefully finish up one or two of those poems/stories. Talk tomorrow, Merry Christmas (Eve) !!!
These Dumont films look like the artsy type I wouldn’t get much out of or ‘understand.’ They look quite pretty, though. That one shot of nude bodies on the rock is very nicely put together.
I have yet to read a poem today, I shall amend that soon-ish.
Will give MDMA a check out at some point maybe probably. At the moment I’m working my way through DJ Sabrina The Teenage DJ’s album Charmed.
My grandmother just entered the dining room to offer me a mince pie. I turned her offer down politely, and she left. Anyway.
I dunno if the Haikyuu fandom are as big or as loud as they were previously. My engagement with Haikyuu content extends to trying to watch it and getting bored at like episode 3 numerous occasions, and various pornographic content involving its characters. That’s the internet for you, ha.
I guess being short and a wuss is at least expected, whilst being tall but also a wuss means things don’t match up with preconceived notions you have on you. I haven’t grown much in a while. I may be this short for my entire life. I am generally at peace with this possibility.
Fingers crossed you got those custard doughnuts today! Krispy Kreme’s prices are fucking extortionate, but they’re sure worth them. They have this s’more doughnut, good God it’s scrumptious. If diabetic.
Also hope that you have *not* broken a leg or both or someone else’s.
Woopwoop, Custard Club members conglomerate! I had a conversation briefly about custard earlier today.
Yes, it was a most liberating Friday afternoon. All the walking outdoors in the dark with the stars got my brain into a writing mood, but I was too tired and ended up flopping into unconsciousness before I could get to typing stuff. Sigh.
And at Christmas, with more family around, writing is trickier, since I am sort of secretive about it, and while I love my family I would rather they not be nosy and constantly ask me what I’m up to on my laptop. Swear, one day I’m going to tell them the truth just because I’m sick of it and so I can watch their idea of who their (grand)son/nephew is crumble.
It’s been a merry Christmas eve so far, what with festive garb, and… 3 hours of studying. Thumbs up, grim grin. Tschuss tschuss now – the big day tomorrow!
THE SIXTH SENSE
I cried watching The Sixth Sense the other day on a flight to Costa Rica.
My grandpa died this year. Grandma doesn’t want any of his biological kids getting his fortune, so she took us, his step grandkids, on a trip to this five star resort in the clouds.
I cried watching The Sixth Sense because no one believes the little boy when he says he sees dead people. There’s a small waterfall here about two miles from the edge of the resort property. Maybe twenty feet tall. They call it “La Pequeña Virgen”. The Little Virgin. There’s a small idol of the Virgin Mary at the very top. I tried to take a picture but we were driving by too fast.
I went to the doctor the other day and they took my blood. The tests said it’s all normal. Just blood.
It’s sad Bruce Willis can’t speak anymore. He must feel trapped like the kid in the movie when the bullies lock him in that closet at the top of the spiral staircase. But Bruce Willis can’t scream for his mom. Bruce Willis can’t say anything at all.
So I cried watching The Sixth Sense on the airplane flying over Mexico because the kid reminds me a lot of Ziggy from your book “Try”, and myself.
Yeah, I’m in love with a ghost. Wish I could send a photo of that. Gonna buy a gun and shoot it at the sky.
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Merry Christmas Dennis.
Dennis, Okay, so I’m defo gonna check out this Paper Mario. I’ll see if Alex can get it on his Switch.
Btw, that’s the only console we have now, the Switch, both Kayla’s and Alex’s. I’m at the mercy of the Switch.
Yeah, you know me, I’ll always be a to each his own guy. I’ll see the movie and I’ll either like it or not and I’ll be honest in my assessment. But I won’t try to convince someone to see it who doesn’t want to, and I’m totally fine with that.
I do think, now that I have a little time today (Alex is going to his parents’ place for a while), I might start that Denton Welch novel.
Tomorrow is Christmas, and I’ll be making chicken parmesan for the family. Tonight is Chinese food. Unfortunately, no cold sesame noodles. :'(
Dennis! Meg-a lol! Can’t wait to hear more about the premier. Right back at ya on the Christmas well wishes. Mine will be low-key I do believe.
Meg
I am special… the winner…. no?
A knock out….
Xmas greetings Dennis
Happy Christmas 🎄 Mr Cooper!!
I hope you’re OK!!!
It doesn’t feel like Christmas… even though my sister’s latest boyfriend did a lengthy impersonation of Michael Jackson in a video clip she shared with me… he’s a fireman… and I’m gonna get to spend the day with them…. thankfully my niece’s girlfriend will be there… and she’s had a recent berievment… so I’ll be spared the tedious stories of him rescuing dead people from ponds etc…. (out of consideration)
I recently tried to get through the back of a wardrobe in Liverpool… but just ended up in the same room I think? They do all look the same so who knows?
All the best +have an amazing Christmas David Porter
Hey. Ah, I’ve been meaning to explore Dumont further. I’ve only seen ‘France’ and really didn’t have any strong feelings about it. ‘The Life of Jesus’ is the one I really want to see, and the ‘Joan of Arc’ films look really interesting.
I’m feeling a lot better. I don’t know what was wrong but it’s passed for now I think.
Yeah, I saw my family. It went okay, although I had some real moments wanting to crawl out of my skin. Certain people asking about my future and ‘if there’s money in writing’ etc. I’m pretty sure my Aunt is being scammed by some pseudo-therapist feeding her vaguely mystical stuff so that she has an answer for all of her problems.
I’m cool with a couple of members of my family, though. I have a cool cousin who’s a lot older than me. But it’s all over now. I do have that weird feeling of melancholy driving home, which is pretty much the teenage muscle memory because I don’t know why I felt like that.
I’m so glad you get what I’m saying in regards to retaining something from your youth. I still feel like a child a lot of the time, but I guess a lot of creative people are like that, because I think maintaining that childlike wonder and imagination is so important. I personally think that the first real discovery with exciting art, (stop me if I sound too romantic, but it is Christmas after all) art that does exciting things and projects the thoughts you think you’re insane for having and proves there’s a life out there for people like you, after that you’re hungry for more and devour as much as you can, but after that you have to sort of peel back the layers to get back to that initial thing which never really went away.
But yes, a normal Christmas for me tomorrow. Champagne, big lunch, Christmas pudding, presents in the afternoon, melancholy (inevitably asking ‘is that all there is?’), leftovers, movies, and so on. We have this Christmas tradition of watching the worst adaptation of ‘A Christmas Carol’ ever made on Christmas morning. It stars Ross Kemp, a bald guy who’s famous in the UK for shouting at people on house renovation shows, and the setting is a housing estate in the year 2000 and Scrooge is a kind of gangster. It’s so wonderfully terrible, and it has a weird kind of ‘Groundhog Day’ element where he’s forced to repeat Christmas Day every day until he becomes a nice guy. It kind of inadvertently became a tradition because it’s on TV every Christmas morning without fail, but it’s got to the point where we seek it out and stream it if it’s not on. Anyway, I’m looking forward to that.
Happy holidays Dennis, I hope your day is filled with whatever it is that you wanted from it and more.
Jeanette is the only Dumont I’ve seen. I liked watching it but I don’t know if I’d go back; it coasts a bit on novelty value I guess. It’s funny, my brother watched it with me and he still brings it up as his least favorite movie of all time. I can understand hating it but the worst? France and The Empire appeal to me because they look so indulgent (it’s funny, I will use words to describe things I like that most people would reserve for things they hate: “it’s so stupid/annoying/disgusting, you have to check it out, it’s great!). The visual style of Slack Bay appeals to me a lot. I’m sure the early stuff is good too, it’s just less what I’m typically inclined toward.
I don’t like the idea of Chalamet doing Bob Dylan mostly because it’s so cliche at this point to have an actor try to cement their image as a big deal by portraying a music icon from the 60s and 70s. It feels like a marketing thing just to flex how famous someone is, but mostly I’m surprised that a movie like that comes out pretty much every year since it’s been driven so hard into the ground.
Virgin Babylon Records and the associated stuff is all really good; I pretty consistently like all the stuff they put out, yeah.