‘These films aren’t for everyone. Case in point: I would call myself an admirer and I’m not sure they’re for me. With a tar-blackly comical spirit, Seidl depicts a modern universe that is bleak, crude, confrontational, mundane, explicit, and bracingly real. This content will surely be easier to swallow for some, but even taking that into account, one must give credit where credit is due. For Seidl doesn’t just blur the line between documentary and narrative. He erases it. He does this so confoundingly well, in fact, that the question of “is it fact or fiction?” becomes utterly irrelevant when discussing his work. While many filmmakers also toe this line, no one does it with nearly quite the same subtly demonic gusto.
‘Though he is greatly interested in the line between Eastern and Western Europe and how that invisible divide manages to maintain such rigid cultural differences, Seidl’s overarching directorial mission is to present a nearly hellish vision of modern life at its most grotesquely mundane. Rather than setting up more traditionally artificial climaxes and confrontations, he chooses instead to depict scenes from everyday life—some dramatic, most not—in which characters resort to depraved behavior out of what appears to be either boredom or a historically ingrained sense of purposelessness. If this all sounds pretentious and punishing, it isn’t. For Seidl’s ace in the whole is his acerbic sense of humor, which keeps his films from tumbling down a drain of complete and utter hopelessness (though for many, this splash of irreverence will only add to the distaste).
‘Taking all of that into account, it seems impossible to say this, but it’s true: Ulrich Seidl is a humanist. His work is more Dostoevsky than Von Trier. For as punishing and cruel as many of his scenes get, there exists a feeling that he isn’t out to simply punish viewers and make them feel miserable. He’s out to elicit a reaction, yes, but he appears to be more jovially amused his characters than anything else (he certainly doesn’t hate them). Watching these films, with their strange mix of the stylized and hyper-realistic, the sorrowful and the humorous, one cannot deny Seidl’s rightful place in the upper tiers of the world cinema canon.’ — Michael Tully, Hammer to Nail
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Further
Ulrich Seidl Official Website
‘Border Zones: The Films of Ulrich Seidl’
Ulrich Seidl @ Slant Magazine
Video: Ulrich Seidl Interview in English @ DShed
‘Staring into Hell: Ulrich Seidl’ @ Indiewire
Ulrich Seidl interviewed @ Little White Lies
Nine Questions for Ulrich Seidl @ Leisure Time
Introduction: Ulrich Seidl @ Mubi
Buy Ulrich Seidl’s films on DVD
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Portraits
ZFF Masters 2014: Ulrich Seidl
VICE Meets Director Ulrich Seidl
ULRICH SEIDL – A DIRECTOR AT WORK
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from GreenCine
You’ve long seemed to favor tableau images, with a focus on their geometry and symmetry. Do you see a specific power or purpose in this aesthetic that has made it versatile throughout your filmmaking career?
Ulrich Seidl: Maybe my tableaux are an attempt to describe the world in one picture. Life is frozen for a few moments; the people are often frozen but breathe the pictures. It is a type of magical moment that is transferred to the viewer. The glances meet and one looks each other in the eye.
How do you find your subjects, most of whom are non-professional, and how do you work with them to get them to act so naturally in front of the camera, which often shows them in intimate and unflattering positions?
US: The search for actors starts from scratch with every new film and is a very time intensive process. I don’t distribute scripts and I don’t work from a set screen-play. The most important aspect about my work is building relationships based on mutual trust and gradually making actors develop a feeling for my ambition and the atmosphere of the film. If I succeed the actors (professional or non-professional) face the camera with an inner self-awareness that enables them to act naturally and authentically.
Just like the photographer Diane Arbus was regularly criticized, some have questioned whether you exploit your documentary subjects by depicting them in unflattering conditions. How would you react if that was brought up in regards to the elderly patients, who arguably aren’t as self-aware as the internet porn actors?
US: Allegations of this kind have accompanied my entire filmmaking carrier to date. But who wants to determine what is permitted, what is not and who wants to set the limits? I know that as a director I take and accept responsibility for how I portray people. The question is whether I portray people in a way that allows them to keep their dignity. I think that I have accomplished that and have even given some of it back to them through my portrayal. Or are moribund people not worthy of portrayal? Are they too ugly and/or miserable? Those that think like this apparently have a bad conscience, are aware of the fact that they are responsible for it. What I showed in geriatrics, namely that all these people finally end up perishing alone and very lonely is a responsibility of society and therefore, the responsibility of us all.
When the recent imprisonment cases of Natascha Kampusch and the Fritzl family came to light, Austrians were quoted as saying that it is a particularly Austrian trait to turn a blind eye to what’s going on next door, to keep things functioning on the surface. You’ve been identifying this social disconnection in your films for quite some time, and as a result they’ve been quite provocative in Austria. Do you agree that this is an Austrian phenomenon, or are you finding this is the case elsewhere as you make films on a more international scale?
US: You have a point there. However, I am not sure if the tendency to turn a blind eye to certain issues can’t be found just as often in other countries. By the way, I am just preparing for a film with the title Im Keller (In the Basement) which will deal with this subject and with the attitude of Austrians towards their cellars.
What films or filmmakers have influenced your practice? And what outside of film influences you?
US: Regarding film, I have probably been influenced heavily by Jean Eustache, Luis Bunuel, P.P.Pasolini, Werner Herzog, John Cassavetes and also Erich von Stroheim. Regarding painting, I could name Hieronymus Bosch, Francisco Goya, Alfred Kubin, the Austrian sculptor Fritz Wotruba and the British artist David Hockney as influences. When it comes to photography, it’s mostly Diane Arbus’s work that has fascinated me for a long time.
Is there such a thing as “too provocative,” an artistic boundary that shouldn’t be crossed?
US: I confront the viewer with certain realities, also or exactly because they are unpleasant. The viewers are responsible and I don’t want to keep certain truths from them. I do not want to make things appear nicer than they are in order to make it easier for the viewer. Fomenting unrest is sometimes the task of an artist. But apart from this, naturally boundaries exist for me. Boundaries for what and how I want to show something (there are some things that I am unsure I want to show). However, this is based on my own convictions and feelings regarding something and not consideration towards the viewer.
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14 of Ulrich Seidl’s 23 films
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Sparta (2022)
‘Ulrich Seidl is accused of creating an abusive atmosphere on the set of Sparta, letting children act under wrong assumptions. The biggest German news outlet came out with those accusations after conducting own research as they claim. Following that, Seidls film was uninvited to Toronto, premiered without him in San Sebastian and finally made it to Hamburg, where he – for the first time in public – took a stand on things. He was about to receive the Douglas Sirk award for his life achievement, but the ceremony was abandoned, his film was shifted from the biggest cinema hall to the smallest venue the festival has to offer. I got one of the last seats in the place.
‘So why does this attack on Seidl happens in this very moment, with this very film – one that, as outlined, is kind of the worst example for the critique on his style of filmmaking? My answer would be this: society is still not ready to handle the taboo theme of pedophilia. In times where moral judgements are cheaper to get than a bubble gum at the petrol station such a dark, ambivalent, distress causing topic is not able to be delivered in such a complex way for a mainstream (arthouse) audience. Child abuse has to be called out and is – so to say – „not negotiable“. period. Don’t bother with background analysis, historic accuracy or psychological explanations.’ — shookone
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Rimini (2022)
‘The Italian coastal resort of Rimini in winter is an eerie, melancholy place; Seidl shows it in freezing mist and actual snow. Refugees huddle on the street and some groups of German and Austrian tourists take what must be bargain-basement package vacations at off-season rates in the tackiest hotels. It is here that Ritchie Bravo, played by Seidl regular Michael Thomas, plies his dismal trade. He is an ageing lounge singer with a drinking problem, a cheery, bleary style, an Islamophobic attitude, a bleached-blond hairdo of 80s vintage and a spreading paunch. Ritchie makes a living crooning to his adoring senior-female fanbase, who show up in their coach parties to catch his act. He also tops up his income by having sex with some of the fans for money – truly gruesome scenes in the starkly unforgiving Seidl style.’ — Peter Bradshaw
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Safari (2016)
‘Once you become accustomed to the icily grotesque world summoned up by the Austrian film-maker Ulrich Seidl, it is rare to feel anything other than a kind of jaded, subdued horror. But I felt something real in the course of this documentary about Austrian big-game tourists at a Namibian hunting lodge: unselfconscious rage and disgust. The sheer smugness and chilling lack of imagination of these people playing the Great White Hunter is mind boggling as they slay Impala and zebras with deafeningly loud and powerful hunting rifles – in controlled conditions which effectively disguise the fish-in-a-barrel nature of the experience they’re buying.’ — Peter Bradshaw
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In the Basement (2014)
‘“Fassbinder died, so God gave us Ulrich Seidl,” wrote John Waters in Artforum in 2012. You can find obvious parallels between the directors; both are German-speaking iconoclasts (Seidl is Austrian; Rainer Werner Fassbinder, who died in 1982, was from Bavaria), whose precisely arranged and shot films cloak worlds of odd and over-the-top individuals with a patina of intense, self-conscious color, supplemented with frequently incongruous, unanticipated music. At the beginning of In the Basement, a nearly catatonic man sits waiting next to a glass aquarium containing a tiny, frightened guinea pig and a thick, long snake that leers at its upcoming meal. As predictable as it is, the rapid-fire climax jolts the viewer out of passive mode. Completing the bracketing is one of the final scenes, which features a thick-torsoed, skimpily clad prostitute locked in a cage, attempting to free herself from captivity. It’s insignificant whether this depiction is documentary in the conventional sense or fully simulated — what Seidl terms staged reality.’ — Howard Feinstein, Filmmaker Magazine
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Paradise: Hope (2013)
‘You can tell an Ulrich Seidl film by its rigorous form and seemingly digressive improvisations. It’s like a corral with mathematically precise iron gates that herd a human menagerie into striking configurations. The previous two sentences are the high-toned kinds of things critics have been writing about Seidl’s work since his early breakthroughs “Models” (1999) and “Dog Days” (2001), so I figured I’d get it out of the way. “Paradise: Hope” is the final film in Seidl’s “Paradise” trilogy, after the blindingly beautiful, wise “Love” and the quiet storm of “Faith.” The subject of “Hope” is Melanie (Melanie Lenz), the 13-year-old daughter of the first film’s protagonist and niece of the second film’s subject. All three episodes are about an Austrian woman (in this case a budding woman), seeking fulfillment in a partner. Melanie’s mother sought affection and appreciation from Kenyan boy toys. Her aunt sought it in the arms of Jesus. And now Melanie seeks an outlet for her surging sexual curiosity, finding a candidate even less appropriate than impoverished Africans or a Christ statue: The director of her weight loss camp, a doctor at least 40 years her senior.’ — Steven Boone
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Ulrich Seidl about Paradise Hope
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Paradise: Faith (2012)
‘Faith is taking a perverted form here. Over the course of centuries, Catholicism has suppressed sexuality, and of course, this triggered a counter-movement. While the Church is creating a taboo around sexuality, we all know about the terrible abusive things that are happening behind the walls. That is very scandalous, but it is as well a logic consequence. By oppressing sexuality, you cause the erosion of moral ethics. Besides, Anna-Maria is convinced that the media and the public are addicted to sexuality, and she castigates herself in the name of the people to do away with this malady. This, in turn, provides her with satisfaction. It is a thin line between pain and lust.’ — US
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Paradise: Love (2012)
‘In its subject matter, though not its treatment, Paradise: Love is similar to Laurent Cantet’s 2005 movie Heading South: the well-off middle-aged white women who go on sex-tourist jaunts to developing countries to be with young men. Teresa (Margarete Tiesel) visits Kenya in search of wonderful sex and she meets Munga (Peter Kazungu); things proceed well enough, and poor Teresa even starts to think feelings might be involved – but the upshot of course is humiliation for everyone, especially during an unwatchably horrible and extended hotel-room scene in which a young man is derided by a group of women for failing to get an erection. Does this film tell us anything we didn’t already know about prostitution and globalisation? Arguably, yes: maybe the role-reversal aspect defamiliarises it, makes you see it afresh, and Seidl has formidable technique and compositional sense.’ — Peter Bradshaw
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Import/Export (2007)
‘Near the start of Import Export, an unflinching, at times almost unbearably hard yet moral look at human exploitation, a woman trudges through a snowy landscape, a cluster of nuclear reactors belching steam behind her. The exactingly framed tableau, at once horrific and yet somehow spookily beautiful, looks so unreal that you might try to persuade yourself that this is science fiction, a vision of some imaginary hell, an aesthetic indulgence. No one lives like this, you find yourself hoping, even though you know otherwise. This kind of struggle to accept what you’re seeing is part of the price of watching Import Export, the second fiction feature from the Austrian filmmaker Ulrich Seidl. It is a price worth paying. A ferocious talent.’ — Manohla Dargis, NYT
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Jesus, You Know (2003)
‘Jesus, You Know again mines the “insanity of normality“. The concept is brilliantly simple: film six God-fearing Viennese alone in a church praying. There is only one condition: the pious Austrians must say out loud that which they usually direct towards God in silent prayer. The results are astounding. Jesus, You Know – like Seidl’s previous films – puts the spectator in a bind. On one the hand, the “characters” in the documentary are genuinely ridiculous. On the other, one feels guilty for laughing at such vulnerable creatures. This is again a boundary that Seidl attempts to blur: “the border between something being funny and the moment in which laughing completely escapes us”.’ — Heaven & Hell
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Dog Days (2001)
‘Dog Days, Seidl’s feature film debut, represents much less a departure than a continuation of his narrative strategies, formal shapes and stylistic emphases. The film unfolds in a Vienna suburb over two hot, sticky days. The characters and their isolated, lonely lives are introduced much in the same way Seidl presents the characters in his documentaries: with a focus on daily, mundane activities that simultaneously lays bare the “insanity of normality”. There is the insanely jealous boyfriend and his meek lover juxtaposed with the retiree who spends his time tending to his immaculate lawn and weighing packages of sugar to ensure he hasn’t been swindled. Then there is the woman who walks from a session of rough sex at a swinger club directly into the main halls of the mall where children play. She lives in a huge house with her alienated husband; both mourn the death of their child, yet Seidl never betrays the details of this history. Dog Days is a disturbing suburban story told with irony, but it never pulls punches nor does it offer final redemption.’ — Film Comment
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Models (1999)
‘Models examines the hopes, fantasies, and finally the realities of young models. Although supermodels often figure as the heroines or at least vaunted objects of desire in our society, Seidl fixes on the rather banal everyday tics and predicaments from which the women suffer: cellulite, breast problems, the inability to be alone and the catty competition among them. With his unique blend of documentation and stylisation, Models portrays the models’ daily life and the monotonous application of make-up and hair gel that commodifies the body. It is a world of glamour whose shine and lustre Seidl rubs away.’ — CineGreen
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Animal Love (1995)
‘Fellow fiction/nonfiction line mutilator Werner Herzog is famously quoted on the DVD box cover for this film saying: “Never have I looked so directly into hell.” He’s right. Animal Love features Seidl’s now signature style of inserting portraiture-like chapter breaks of subjects staring into the camera within his film’s casually unfolding “narrative”. In Animal Love, that narrative consists of watching several different pet owners trudge through their increasingly dour daily lives. At the beginning, even for someone familiar with Seidl’s work, one might innocently mistake this for a sweet-natured tribute to humans and their pets. Yeah, right. It isn’t long before Seidl’s disturbing reality emerges.’ — TFoUS
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Loss Is to Be Expected (1992)
‘Loss Is to Be Expected begins with an arresting image: a village idiot undresses in front of the camera and performs a strip-tease to the barely audible static from a Czech radio station. Seidl maintains that this behaviour and the tolerant attitude with which the Czech villagers regard it are meant to serve as a contrast to Austria. There, just a few kilometres over the border, such a man would be locked away on the basis that he is disturbing the “image” of the community. This is an example of a tactic central to Seidl’s works: mapping two worlds that although located geographically close together are totally different from one another.’ — SoC
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Good News (1990)
‘Good News is a dialectic essay in which the squalid conditions of South Asian immigrants who sell newspapers in Vienna’s outer districts are juxtaposed with observations of well-to-do Viennese tabloid readers. Seidl’s camera captures the pathetic subjects in stylised tableaux, lingering within static frames for uncomfortable lengths of time. This technique, although still evolving in this film, marks Seidl’s later documentaries with ever greater effectiveness. Its roots are essentially twofold: (i) Brecht’s Verfremdungseffekt, a theatrical device in which an irritating distance between the actors and the audience creates a critical space and (ii) a tradition of “painterly” cinema, critically articulated in various forms from Münsterberg and Balázs to Bazin, which emphasises long takes and deep focus.’ — SoC
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p.s. Hey. ** James, Laugh clown laugh. I have moods where I want everything to look scary. Everyone’s faces, fonts, quesadillas, everything. Give me Dehumanizing Itatrain Worship over The Killers any day. I like brief cursory reviews. There used to be this cool website devoted to posting reviews of albums that couldn’t be longer than two sentences. I started my so-called journalism career by writing reviews of art shows. It was kind of fun. More fun than writing blurbs, for instance. I of course share in your fandom of that comfort and joy. Sunny here too. It’s reflecting on my laptop screen and making me have to squint to read you. Do you wear dark glasses? I don’t. Never got in the habit. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Indecipherableness is best friends with godliness. Excited to hear how the new project proceeds. It’s super unique, I think. I’m itchy and admiring. We’re told the film premiere will announce in the next two days. Gulp. There’s lots to do. There are final, little things to do to the film that we have no money to do, so I don’t how we’ll do them. And a few contracts we have to make and sign with people. And finish the press kit, make a teaser poster, stuff like that. And then when it’s announced we have to start promoting/ announcing that, ugh. But it’ll be okay. I had a Frank Zappa period in my teens, but then his humor got too lowbrow and puerile for me. You don’t have to look at me, You don’t have to smile at me, You just have to love me ’til the sun shines, G. ** Misanthrope, I don’t know how it would work, and maybe it just wouldn’t, but it really seems like there needs to be some kind of intervention. Either that or let him spin out and hope he doesn’t die along the way. But I don’t know. Been there, and it’s kind of an impossible thing to know how to deal with. All the luck in the world. ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks, bud. I’ve been listening to some Dungeon Synth, and it’s kind of quite fun. Agreed. I just restored an old music post by you coming up, but Dungeon Synth it certainly is not. Except for the synth part. ** Jack Skelley, Hey. Saw the email. I’ll assemble the post and get back to you pronto. Thanks, buddy. I’m going to corner Mr. Salerno and get a copy of the Thomas Moore post-haste or rather pre-haste. Wait, or both simultaneously? Sleepin’ don’t come very easy in a straight white vest, Dwight Fry. ** Steeqhen, Indecipherability for President! Well, surely achieving not overachieving. We’ve submitted RT to a festival in London, but I don’t know what our chances are. Probably not huge given its seeming inability to play the game. ** Steve, Hey. Everyone, Here’s Steve, listen up. ‘I released a new single today, “Ice Fishing (naviarhaiku581)”. It was written for Naviar Records’ challenge to write a song inspired by a haiku. I tried to capture the mood of a chilly lake in winter. You must be feeling better to trek up to Lincoln Center much less sit through a Wiseman. Good. I’ll find that NTS dungeon synth comp, thanks! Tony Morris, no. Sounds pretty interesting. I’ll find that too. Thanks ever so much. ** Nicholas., Well, yeah, I like eating alone when I’m alone. Sometimes when restaurants have counter seating, sitting at the counter and eating alone while watching people cook is okay. I feel like getting fucked by a fucking machine on cam is kind of big deal these days, or else I end up in strange places. I’m excited/nervous to finally show the film to strangers who aren’t festival programmers, yes, but I hate parties, and the thought of the after-party fills me with dread. But I’ll go. Favorite fruit … hm, boysenberry. Yours? ** James Bennett, Good, and hopefully feeling even better this morning or afternoon or whenever you stepped in here. Like I said above, we submitted RT to a London festival, but our hopes aren’t gigantic, but maybe. In any case, it’ll get shown there somewhere for sure. Thank you! ** HaRpEr, Wow, that’s a great and true McCourt quote. Beautiful. ‘A Season in Hell’ is pretty unbeatable. Eek, about the Didion book. That seems really awful of whoever is in charge. Yikes. Your tribe might just end up being a very small one. Mine is. But it’ll accrue, I’m sure. ‘The Writing of the Disaster’, yum, obviously. A friend of mine was just accepted into Harvard on the basis of her proposal that she wants to write a big book-length essay that examines Blanchot through the filter of amusement park rides. I must admit I was a bit surprised that angle that swayed them. ** Bernard Welt, B! You know, guys come up to me not infrequently over here and pronounce my name non-accordingly, and I am understandably very grateful to be recontextualised phonetically. Def. can’t hurt to have the passport. Surely that documentation is extractable. Anyway, thank you for taking my bite which I never imagined you would notice much less take re: the dream interpretation fantasy regarding you. And your reads are so sensible. That’s why you’re the king. Huh. I hope the dreaming dudes looked meticulously enough at the p.s. to see your words and hence understand themselves better. Can laymen like ourselves peek into these talk Zooms you’re doing? Oh, wait … Everyone, The mighty and highly respect Bernard is offering you a golden opportunity, thusly … Bernard: ‘If anybody wants to try out an online dream sharing group, I do one 2nd and 4th Wednesday of each month, 8 pm Eastern US time–one tomorrow–so write me at [email protected].’ He’s the boss. Hit him up if you dream and care about your dreams. You saw the flop ‘MWRA’? Um, you might have even met him? His initials are DM. (Although it’s possible he used a stage name, but I don’t think so.) Hm, alright, I’ll pick up a Poe and try again, I will. Hugs, pal. ** jay, See, when I look at them all I see is Pretty Butterfly Wings, so maybe your mind is diseased and mine isn’t? I think not. Me too, totally, about that information containment. I do know ‘ Breath of the Wild’, and I do know those puzzles you speak of. And feel the same fondness-meets-addictveness. ‘Elden Ring’, good to know. Oh, okay, gotcha it’s the leg, never mind. Just watch it inch towards the floor in a state of wonder and maybe put up a little cat barrier around it if you have cats. A-okay! Superb! Love from over here and me! ** Tyler Ookami, Haha, I realise I need to go check to see what bands fall into the Deathcore category because I feel like I’d only be guessing. Sad, though, because it’s not a terrible moniker as such things go. Vampillia is a nice logo, and, yeah, fuck the spoiler. ‘Possum’, no, I don’t think so. Hm, well, I’ll at least try to locate it and FF through it maybe. Lots to recommend, it sounds like. Super dumb, yep. ** Right. Are y’all familiar with the some say clear-eyed, some say cruel, some say provocative films of Ulrich Seidl by chance? If not, here’s your chance. See you tomorrow.
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Yes! Definite Seidl acolyte here. Very keen to see the recent Sparta, but it seems sadly unavailable here in the UK at least. Maybe some rights issue they’re having?
Mum has been to Austria a few times in recent months and I’ve been urging her to check out his films. She’s yet to take me up on that, but maybe I’ll send a link to this day. Cannot guarantee her sense of humour will chime with his, however.
Excited about the upcoming music day around here. Also looking forward to the RT publicity blitz, even though you may not be so much yourself.
Hi!!
I’m not familiar with Ulrich Seidl’s work, but everything about this post is deeply intriguing. As always, a special thank you for including some of the movies in full (finally, some inspiration to boost my German, haha)!
This really is a lot – which is probably both quite exciting and absolutely nerve-racking. And the world premiere is supposed to be announced in the next two days, wow! I’m keeping my fingers crossed that everything goes as smoothly as possible!
I went through phases with various bands my parents used to listen to, but I never really got into Frank Zappa.
The Kinks! I have to be careful with this song because it’s the kind that easily turns into an earworm! I’m the son of rage and love, The Jesus of Suburbia, The bible of “none of the above,” On a steady diet of, Soda pop and Ritalin, No one ever died for my sins in hell, As far as I can tell, At least the ones I got away with, Od.
Big D, Thanks. Yeah, the big part is his wanting to get off this shit, but he bristles at the thought or mention of it. That’s the biggest hurdle. Really hard thing to deal with.
Now, to get to work. I’m still working remotely and getting much more done than I would in office. My friend at DoD has been back in office for a few weeks. There’s no space, so they’ve got a bunch of them crammed in a conference room. She said it’s a nightmare.
Somewhat annoyed by the fact that my first thought when looking at these stills were ‘this is like Wes Anderson.’ The style of framing, especially. The symmetry and neatness of shots. I can confirm that the modern universe can be bleak and crude and confrontational and mundane and explicit and bracingly real. It can wear one down. Seidl is of course edgier than Anderson. And not quite as autumnal. There’s more use of darker colours. Tableaux, that’s what these shots are. I think the use of unflattering conditions to produce art is better than just letting them be unflattering. Rimini sounds very solid. The shot of the woman with her underwear up in the same room as a crucifix made me do a doubletake. Maybe a bit amusing that I associate a basically naked dude exhibitionistic-ly pinned to a cross with prudishness. The concept of sex tourism amuses me too. Import/Export is a title I like. I’m glad I’m not a young model or one aspiring thereto. Hello, Herzog. That red and yellow outfit in Good News is quite something. Cheers, blog.
Hi Dennis. Laugh Clown Laugh is one of the infinitely many films I have not seen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a clown in real life. I’d like to keep things that way.
If everything looked scary, I would be scared, in an unpleasant way, probably. My face is scary enough, apparently, to elicit unpleasant reactions from peers. Scary fonts I’m more on board with. But I’m unsure what a scary quesadilla would look like. Now, that’s a Halloween meal idea. Like a jack-o’-lantern, but with a quesadilla. Would be more unique and tasty. Yum.
Aw, I quite like The Killers. Mr. Brightside has been in the UK charts for fucking ever, since time immemorial, apparently. I don’t think I’ve gone a single year in my life without hearing it. But I don’t mind that because I like it as a song. Probably the best pop rock song about cuckoldry that I know. But I will concede that The Killers isn’t a very good band name.
I think there’s a difference between brief cursory reviews and concise reviews. The latter are better since they say more with less, ideally. Reviewing albums with two sentences is a good way to go about that kind of thing, because otherwise you end up with some very silly posts on music reviewing sites, cough cough, many RYM users, cough cough, several specific users on AOTY, cough cough.
I do wonder how one ‘reviews’ art shows. That kind of writing always sounds kind of ‘deep’ and analytical to me. If I wrote art reviews they’d probably just be like ‘yeah this looks cool, come on down and look at it for yourself.’ Which I guess is the sentiment of most positive reviews of anything. I think the blurb has suffered an unfortunate decline. I like picking up a book and getting a handy synopsis. These days whenever I pick up a book in a shop and look at the back it’s always just the fucking New York Times or whoever saying ‘Life-affirming’ or some vague laudatory bullshit like that. Which annoys me.
Never seems to be enough comfort or joy in the world, sigh. Boohoo. At least there’s some.
It’s definitely been warmer the past few days than it has been for quite a while. But I’m currently shivering a bit and it’s grey out there. I find the sunlight on laptop screen thing a damn nuisance. Fuck I’m cold. But I don’t wear dark glasses, or any glasses, even though when I’ve tried them on I’ve been told they suit me. I do want some Lolita-y love heart type shades, though. Everyone else in my family has glasses of some kind. Lucky me, with my almost perfect eyesight.
Yesterday went from just fine to fucking awful so depressingly rapidly. When I got to college I started having this back pain which was so terrible I could barely breathe, and a headache, so I ended up sobbing a lot and spending ~5 hours in Urgent Treatment after being driven to hospital. Had an ECG, an X-ray and blood taken, only to be told there was nothing to be done. Waiting room music drove me slightly insane. I had my face touched by another male for the first time in years. I’m not in as much pain as I was yesterday, but my back still hurts every time I breathe, as does my left shoulder and neck. Taking painkillers for the 2nd time today in about 3 minutes. I am in moderate pain as I type this. Presumably I’ve strained a muscle somewhere in my back. It’s not been my finest 24 hours. Ideally I will get tomorrow off as I did today, too. Bitchy update over. See you tomorrow, hopefully less miserable.
Hey Dennis,
Haha yeah I definitely am achieving! If I was more insecure or self-effacing, I’d probably speak about all the other things I’m not doing or could be doing, but I’ve a fairly confident and secure guy despite my past. Going to be introducing a band at the UCC ‘Battle of The Bands’ today coz my friend is organizing it and asked if I wanted to do it, and I’ve begun to really love being on stage or speaking to people; I was a very outgoing kid (unless I was crushing on guys without realizing it), but teenager years knocked it out of me and made me scared to. I’m back to how I was though, I always think that becoming a (healthy) adult is returning to who you were as a child, but with maturity. I’m also working on a poem for this Cork poetry collection. It’s three poems, each based on a colour, and is a bit about English French and Irish. I came up with the concept whilst walking to Pere Lachaise, listening to Disintegration, and live-texting my two friends about the place. I speak and writing and think in English, I was in France and want to get fluent in French, and I have this mournfulness about not being able to speak Irish fluently. It’s also about my connection between France and Ireland, how Pere Lachaise reminded me a lot of Ireland with the grey stones and trees, green moss and grass, and brown mud and rust. The name is just Tricolor in English French and Irish; Tricolor, Tricolore, Trídhathach. (Though I’m thinking of changing the French part to Trois Coleurs, as it’s more distinctly French, and alludes to the film trilogy about the French flag and motto)
I really hope RT gets into that London festival. I’ll definitely try and make it, and I’ll bring along my friend who goes across Europe to film festivals + who does a film podcast. I’ve spoken to her a lot about your writing and since she is a huge lover of cinema it would be a nice way of intersecting. Hopefully the worst of the stress with RT is over.
People on cam fucking themselves with dildo machines is something i kinda find titillating in the way that you’re solely focusing on the person instead of watching a couple, but mostly I just find it fascinating that people have so many toys and machines that must cost hundreds, where do they store it all? I wonder a lot about what Ballard would think of it all…
I’ve been playing Luigi’s Mansion 3 recently which reminds me of you, and I was half playing half thinking about one thing you mentioned in a PS a few days ago about Carole King and how she’s good at what she does but is a bit too (forgive me for not remembering the correct word) sincere (?). I found that interesting coz I completely get that and part of me feels like if I was my age when she was releasing Tapestry I’d be very indifferent about her, but because of my age and the way that my generation cannot seem to handle any sincerity or earnestness, it makes me gravitate to that easy listening music like her or The Carpenters. I’ve never really explored Carole further than Tapestry + a few songs off chronologically close albums + her writing credits, but that earnest flat-out songwriting really captures me sometimes, and I also wonder too if I’ve been conditioned to like it from hearing it a lot growing up, whether radio, family, or Gilmore Girls (theme song is Where You Lead). In other music news I’m going to start getting deep into GbV like *James because I listened to a song or two recently and they did not song like what I imagined from the name; I expected metal and what I got was something completely up my alley!!!