forget your medium

there comes a time when we realize in whatever area of study the circular nature of ideas and thoughts. this, in a micro sense, happened this afternoon while reading early french film critics circa 1917. about four different camps surfaced, all in response to the massive takeover of american cinema in france, and the desire to see cinema accepted into the realm of "art."

one of these camps, most admirably voiced by novelist turned film critic (who later turned in the pen for the camera) louis delluc, called for a type of cinema which would be fully implemented in cine-dom after WWII in italy (neo-realism), then back again to france (nouvelle vague) and then sporadically jump up again after widespread global revolutions of the late 60s (primarily '68).

but wait, it doesn't stop their: the non-actor / on location / psychological subjectivity / would be seen in the 90s in films ranging from goodfellas (90) to the dogme 95 movement in denmark, to blair witch (99).

so, forget your medium. film is and has been the manipulation or the impression of emotions onto the spectator--this "realist" notion isn't realist, it's just what the medium of cinema is, has been, and always will be.

i'm fine, thanks for asking.

louis de luc is alive and well, thanks for asking (u.s. of bling bling)

looking for an entry way, a path of some sort, to glide back into the blogdom of various college associates of past and present.

i remember so long ago, nick, myself, a few others posted thoughts on blogs--they're still there actually, which i find distressing but am not fearful of the words i chose to express myself although in hind sight i look like a neo romantic post modern/modern naive child. or maybe thats how i feel?

nick picked up a handful of nouvelle vague films this afternoon after class. school is in session for kevdek.

much work needs to happen this weekend in order for me to feel "on top of it." first and foremost i need to finish and start a lot of reading for french cinema, which, seems daunting only because i'll be reading an assortment of bourgeosie (sp? irony?) thoughts on early cinema from 1907-1914. these "critics," if we can call them this, saw the potential of the cinema as the seventh art form--of course, this is when there was still a strong distinction to the now acdemically speaking, eradicated "high" art and "low" art.

damn i feel boring, oh wait...check my pulse...i am boring.

moving on...to nothing really. my life is laid before me and i am preparing myself to hate myself for choosing this path down the realm of classical ideas.
ah-hem, ah-hem.

shout out to the right wing, shout out to the left wing
and somewhere in between we'll make this damn thing
called the u - s - of - a into the united states of bling - bling.