Last Word on the Subject

Last night, I was disgusted that the various media outlets were giving airtime, ink, and webspace to the videotape and writings of the person behind the massacre here at Virginia Tech. Amidst the images I saw on the New York Times website, one that stuck out as odd -- an image of the young man brandishing a hammer. To me, the image called to mind a still from a movie -- at first, I thought, something from a Gasper Noe film. Then, later, I remembered it was the revenge movie, OldBoy.

For others, the image might have suggested something else, but I am a filmmaker and I suppose I am inclined to make comparisons between images of cinematic texts, if one can use such coolly academic terminology for a killer's self-taped imagery. Both images feature people looking into a camera's eye brandishing a hammer and, importantly for me, both images are "revenge texts." The fact that both images are of Asian males was largely inconsequential to me; if either person had been of a difference race, nationality, etc. I would have, I feel, made the same connection. As I said, at first I thought the image came from a French film.

Certainly, I thought, some readers and viewers would be perplexed by such an image, and I wanted to suggest a possible reference. Mainly, though, I wanted to use this opportunity of having the Times' attention to tell them how I would prefer that they did not show such images in the first place. This message was included in my email to them though, perhaps not surprisingly, they chose not to acknowledge that comment. I believe that giving airtime to a killer's ramblings does a disservice to those of us here in Blacksburg who are deeply, actively grieving; I also believe that it likely gives the killer the attention he so desperately desired. For me, sharing these images publicly goes beyond pornography.

How misguided and naive can a person be, particularly in light of the comments in my last post? I should have said nothing, done nothing, and ignored it all. I made the mistake of attempting to make sense of the nonsensical, assuming that my comment could be a simple footnote to a single still image, and above all, presuming that a person can have any control over any comment he feeds to the Media Machine.

This morning I awoke to several emails and blog comments accusing me of everything from racism against South Koreans to blaming cinema for the carnage on Monday. And all day I have been courted by several major media outlets salivating for an interview with me, as if I could somehow explain the events of Monday to them by way of a movie. How sad. How absurd. The answer to all of these individuals has been "No."

Let me be clear: My comparison of these two images was not meant to suggest in ANY way that movies, any movie, "made him do it." Likewise, my comparison of these two images is IN NO WAY an attempt to make ANY generalizations based on racial, nationalistic, or any other sorts of lines.

The fact that the comparison of these two images has been co-opted in various ways is extraordinarily painful to me, particularly the accusations of racism. Anyone who knows me knows that this truly, truly breaks my heart. As if it weren't already broken.

To everyone outside of Blacksburg, the events of the past few days are a circus, an opportunity to use others' tragedy for their own ends. It is not a circus for me. There is only the event, the profound sadness of its aftermath, and the utter confusion about what has happened.

I am mourning the loss of my colleagues, friends, family, and students. Here in Blacksburg we are all grieving. Deeply. The headline writers for many news outlets have determined that today "The Healing Begins." It has not.

If what was intended to be my tiny footnote on a minor point has stirred up passions in you, I truly regret that. If you have taken my comment to be implicitly or explicitly racist, I hope you can believe me when I write with utter sincerity that this was never the intention.

And if you are with the media, do not bother contacting me. I have learned my lesson.

Finally, to reiterate: My point in all of this, however misguided the effort, was to initiate a conversation about what Jill Godmilow calls "the pornography of the real" -- in this case, news outlets using a mass murderer's fantasies as sick spectacle and -- let us never forget -- as a source of revenue.

The Pornography of the Real

The names of many of Monday's shooting victims were released on Tuesday; more have trickled out today. What little that was still abstract to me about Monday's events is gone. Last night, as I was drafting this post I was able to write "Ashley and I have known none of the victims directly, but I know several people who have lost immediate family, friends, classmates, and colleagues." Now, sadly, the first half of that sentence is no longer true. Out of respect for the privacy and dignity for those who are confronting unfathomable losses right now, I'm going to refrain from sharing any further details. Why? Because since Monday I've witnessed reporters sticking their microphones into the faces of people with very red eyes, hovering near the homes of those who have lost loved ones, and taking photos with extreme telephoto lenses, lenses that don't require the photographer to have a personal relationship with his subject. Frankly, I'm sick of it.

The past 48 hours have been one long, ongoing demonstration of what Jill Godmilow, in both her incomparable film What Farocki Taught and her essay "What's Wrong with the Liberal Documentary?, labels "the pornography of the real":

The "pornography of the real" involves the highly suspect, psychic pleasure of viewing "the moving picture real" ... a powerful pornographic interest in real people, real death, real destruction and real suffering, especially of "others", commodities in film. These "pleasures" are not brought to our attention. The pornographic aspect is masked in the documentary by assurances that the film delivers only the actually existing real -- thus sincere truths that we need to know about.

As I said in my previous post, I think of storytelling as a kind of citizenship, so I don't blame people for wanting to know the stories unfolding in Blacksburg, nor do I blame journalists for telling those stories. Still, how one gathers the facts, why you gather them, and the way you tell them can't be separated from the story you're telling. Sadly I've been witnessing firsthand how many journalists, particularly those from out of town, seem to have forgotten that common decency is also facet of citizenship. My main consolation, and it isn't much, is knowing that the members of the media will move on to another spectacle in very short time.

A Very Sad Day

Today was supposed to be a good day. Last night, like a kid dreaming of proverbial sugarplum fairies, I literally dreamt of the Red Camera, which was set to be unveiled today at the National Association of Broadcasters convention. Instead, today has been -- well, there aren't words.

As many of you know, I teach at Virginia Tech. If, somehow, you have not heard, there were a series of shootings on campus today that left over 30 people dead. Apparently this is the worst mass shooting in U.S. history, though I find it sad that there's a need to keep such statistics.

For those of you that emailed me, some of whom I've never even met face to face, thank you so much for your concern. I am alright. Shaken, for sure -- we were under "lock down" for several nerve-wracking hours -- but deeply thankful that my students and I made it through the day unscathed. More than anything else, though, my heart is just broken to pieces over the victims and their families. I expect that things will only grow sadder as more news comes out, particularly when the names of the deceased start to be released to the public. I do not look forward to waking up tomorrow and reading the news.

I tell my students that storytelling is citizenship -- a "service profession", really. Tomorrow I'll try to think of something positive and useful for my students to do with our video cameras.

Birthday #1

Emerson once said, "So much of our time is preparation, so much is routine, and so much retrospect, that the path of each man's genius contracts itself to a very few hours." I don't know about the "genius" part, but in the last 365 days since this site was started there have been 138 posts, 267 comments, and untold numbers of readers and, perhaps most importantly, new friends made.

Here's to Year Two!

A Change of Scenery

Though anything I write on this website is obviously coming from my personal point of view, I typically don't write much about my life unless its relevant to the aim of this site. I basically do this for two reasons: 1) why would you care?, and 2) I'm kind of a private person. Having said that, this is one of those occasions where I'd like to share some good news:

Starting this fall I'll begin a position as an assistant professor of Digital Film/Video production at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University -- Virginia Tech, to you and me. I've not yet begun the job, or even made the move to Virginia yet, but my colleagues are already showing me a warm, Southern welcome.

Though I've enjoyed my stint at Temple University immensely, as readers of this site know I'm committed to regional filmmaking. I'm excited to be heading someplace where my students understand this not as a concept, but as a reality. I guess they remind me a little of myself when I was an undergraduate at the University of Tennessee in the early 90s.

It's going to be a good move for me, too. Though I know East Tennessee better than Southwest Virginia, I can't wait to return to the part of the South where most of my work is set. This is the landscape I know and this is where I find the stories that inspire me.

In sum, the position at VT was, to quote a not-so-"self-reliant film", an offer I couldn't refuse.

I'll try to do at least a few more posts before I get swamped with packing and moving, but if when my posts drop, consider this your pre-emptive apology.

Rest in Peace, Grant McLennan

I recall a bigger brighter worldA world of books And silent times in thought And then the railroad The railroad takes him home Through fields of cattle Through fields of cane

-- "Cattle and Cane" / The Go-Betweens

I first learned about The Go-Betweens when I was in film school in the mid-90s. A fellow student introduced me to them and, as I think back on it, discovering The Go-Betweens during that time was entirely appropriate. That band wrote some of the most cinematic pop songs I've ever heard.

They were a band you could love: They had that classic, two-songwriter Lennon/McCartney dynamic in Grant McLennan and Robert Forster; Lindy Morrison, their drummer, is my all-time favorite female rock n' roll drummer; and, like Fleetwood Mac's Rumours, they managed to produce a phenomenal break-up record (16 Lovers Lane) when two relationships within the band dissolved.

I met Grant McLennan once, briefly, after a show in New York in support of his solo masterpiece, Horsebreaker Star. Those moments when you tell someone how much their art has inspired you never come off quite like you mean them to, so I just said hello and that I enjoyed the show.

Today a friend sent me the news Grant McLennan died on Saturday. He died in his sleep; he was 48. I imagine that in most of the world McLennan's death will pass in the press without a blip. But for those that knew his music, he will be missed.

Self-Reliant Film Contest!

Since I put up this site, a few people have sent me emails asking "What would be in the self-reliant film canon?" I've thought about writing a post in response, but have resisted because a) I'm not the Pope of self-reliant film, defining what does and doesn't fit the label, and b) it's more fun for people to set their own canons. Or maybe it's because c) I fear that I could spend days writing such a post and never be satisfied with it. Anyway, I want to do some reconfiguring of the SRF website over the next month or so and this morning I was toying around with a new banner. While it's not exactly a "canon" of self-reliant films, it's, well, something.

After finishing it and putting it up on the site I've immediately decided it's far too busy. I'll take it down soon, but I thought it would be fun to keep the thing up, at least for a week or so, to see if anyone can name all the movies it contains.

The first person to successfully name all 33 images will receive a DVD, on me, of any one film from the banner. (Note: Not all images are from films currently available on DVD.) I don't have a ton of time to spend on this, so this "contest" runs for one week only... if no one names them all, then there won't be a winner the person with the most correct answers (20 minimum) wins.

Good luck!

ADDENDUM: Click here if you want to see the banner without the text.

Comments! (And Christopher Alexander)

I'm out of town right now and I've got limited access to the internet. This morning I checked my email and it looks like there are a lot of new, great comments on several different posts. No time right now to reply to all of them, but a quick thanks to everyone out there for supporting the blog by reading and by posting such thoughtful, um, thoughts. One reason I set up this blog was to build community with the other like-minded individuals out there. If you've posted recently, it's great to hear from you -- and if you've been bashful about posting so far, consider yourself formally invited. On a completely unrelated note, while I'm traveling, for your enjoyment I thought I'd share an introduction (via Merlin) to the great architect/philosopher Christopher Alexander whose A Pattern Language is one of my three or four favorite books of all time. Part II of the article is an interview. Discussion of how his ideas relate to film to follow. In fact, hey, how about you get it started?

We'll resume our regularly scheduled programming early next week.

Diana King on DVDs for Libraries

My friend Diana King, who is a media librarian at University of California-Davis, has an interesting blog post concerning the headscratching that can occur when surveying the prices that libraries must pay for DVDs.

For those that don't know much about this: A movie like Promises, 2001 Oscar-nominated documentary that follows Israeli and Palestinian children in Jerusalem, can be purchased for about $30 on Amazon. But if you're a library, you must purchase it from Cinema Guild for $199. Or you can rent it for $55.

It's this same pricing that has kept a masterpiece like Charles Burnett's Killer of Sheep in obscurity (and on bootlegger's lists). For years the film has only been available on VHS through Third World Newsreel. Cost: $325. Thankfully, Milestone is rumored to be releasing it on DVD later this year at a price the rest of us can afford.

The notion of higher "library pricing" makes sense -- libraries should pay for the right to screen it in public. But as Diana asks: At what point are distributors pricing people away from purchasing work? It's an especially keen question when it regards "issue" documentaries, which ostensibly have been made to spread the word about an injustice or societal ill.

Oscar-inspired miscellanea

In case you didn't hear, the Oscar nominations were announced today. I always like nosing around the documentary and short film category nominations after they're posted. They're usually the only films that haven't been over-hyped. My award for "Best [and only] nominated film that I've never heard of that sounds interesting, which I will now seek out because of its Oscar nomination" goes to...

...Marshall Curry's Street Fight.

Curry wrote, directed, shot, and edited the piece on MiniDV. This excerpt from the website's FAQ is good stuff:

I shot the film on a Sony PD-150 and usually shot alone. It wasn't easy-- I was shooting, doing sound, lugging my gear around, driving the car, getting release forms. But shooting alone also made it possible for me to get more intimate footage than I could have if I had a crew with me. I could jump into the backseat of car or duck into a meeting, and people didn't pay much attention to me.

Also, a shout-out, while I'm at it, to AJ Schnack's coverage of the doc oscar stuff. There are some good posts on his blog about Grizzly Man not being shortlisted, as well as his own valiant, but ultimately unfruitful, attempt to get the nominees for Best Documentary Feature to be announced on television.

In other Oscar news I was happy to see Terrence Howard get a nomination for Hustle and Flow (see DVD round up #2). And it'll certainly be fun to see the producers of the awards figure out how to have someone perform "It's Hard Out There for a Pimp." Perhaps they could skip the lyrics and just have Debbie Allen choreograph an interpretive dance to the backing track?

If the Oscars aren't your style, it's worth noting that Razzie nominations were announced today as well. Their site is having a harder time loading than the Oscar site. Perhaps it's because, as their site says, 2005 was "a very bad year for movies... but a berry good year for The Razzies."