December 14, 2003
We're finally getting our act together entertainment act together down at the holiday shack in Victor Harbor. We used to collapse in front of free-to-air television on Saturday night, and watch crap. Suzanne was more comfortable with this than I was.
I'd drifted into a televisual culture after I stopped following American mainstream releases many years ago. I've stopped going to see movies in the cinema apart from the occassional big night out every couple of years. I saw Lucas Star Wars and its followups on free-to-air television, and I never bother to read the film reviews in the mainstream media anymore. The aesthetic judgments therein are along the lines of 'it's delicious', or 'it's a breakthrough', or 'it's a must see', or it's 'great acting.' Most writing about film in the mainstream commercial media amounts to unpaid advertising for dodgy product by glib hacks recycling industry press paskets. There is little space there for those lost cinephiles, nostalgic for the good old days of the art house cinema and the film societies, to run their death-of-cinema polemic.
Since I've been surfing the web, I've noticed that everyone (middle-class) has an opinion about particular movies. Everyone is now a critic, even if most of them are content to write plot summaries. Most accept film as a form of light-hearted entertainment, which helps to ease the stresses and strains of the daily work world. I notice there is not much discussion of films on the weblogs. Are people still going to the cinema? I wonder if there is not a new video-educated cinephile in formation?
Me? My opinion? I'm just angry, emotionally twisted and all tied up in a rage.
The commodified junk on television fills me with so much disgust and revulsion that I often choke----- from both the 'gratification for passivity' of our televisual consumer culture and its downward spiral into glossy trash. You don't need to read the old existentialists to learn about nausea. It's the daily experience of watching trashy lightweight, disposable entertainment on free-to-air television.
In response we bought a second hand video player and connected it up to the baby television. We embrace home video just as the VCR. technology is being deleted. Since the video stores in Victor Harbor stock the lowest common demoninator Hollywood, we bought some rented videos down from Adelaide. It's a belated attempt to avoid the passivity engendered by the functioning of the culture industry and us consumers escaping from daily life into the current glossy American entertainment.
Last night we watched Peter Weir's The Truman Show. It has been well received. I'd enjoyed the maniac quality of Weir's earlier The Cars that Ate Paris, though I'd recoiled from the literary romanticism of The Dead Poet's Society, avoided Gallipoli, and have been puzzled by all the fuss about Picnic at Hanging Rock. It lacked depth.
I'm uneasy with our national cinema. The Australian film industry is often too localized and provincal (eg., Strictly Ballroom and Priscilla) and it is too keen and willing to play a dumbed-down uncultured Australia vis-a-vis the cosmopolitan UK or the US. I'm deeply disturbed by this aspect of our film culture and its failure to engage with our mediascape.
Weir makes good on this lack in The Truman Show.
Weir's The Truman Show is nice reworking of an old idea with a light touch. The appearance of reality of suburban life in Seahaven
is that of a loving wife, a loyal friend and a town full of happy folk who love to talk to Truman and who are happy with their lives. This suburban life is a fictional one.
Reality is the world represented by consumer culture in the form of a soapie television show in which Mr Suburban Guy unwittingly stars. The plot can be described thus:
"The movie is about a man, named Truman, who is the star of a 24 hour soap series called The Truman Show. Truman is adopted as a baby by a company who did build an artificial town around him. Everyone in the town is an actor, but Truman is unaware of this fact. His everyday life is broadcasted continuously."
Another description says:
"The town is enclosed in a giant dome decked out with high-tech simulations of sun and sky, in which the rain and wind are courtesy of the special effects department. Truman alone has no idea he is in a giant TV studio, as the rest of humanity watches him go from one staged situation to another in a nonstop telethon of reality programming that lets audiences enjoy a little pathos and vicarious emotion."
At the age of 30, Truman begins to finds out about the real nature of his environment from a series of events and a struggle for a free life begins.
The Truman Show explore the same illusion/reality theme of The Matrix and Dark City. We do not know the truth behind our own heritage and identity in world where the media and corporations have begun to surround us with a universe of illusions. Hence:
"The fake landscape Truman lives in is our own media landscape in which news, politics, advertising and public affairs are increasingly made up of theatrical illusions. Like our media landscape, it is convincing in its realism, with lifelike simulations and story lines."
The Truman Show is reality TV without Truman the star knowing that he is living in Plato's cave. He slowly gains consciousness of the reality as illusion, that he is living amidst the shadows of the sunlight world of the ideal forms outside the cave. Truman walks out of the cave into the sunlight world of reality.
In this mixing of the European art film style with Hollywood genre conventions, Hollywood critiques the illusions of the corporate media where the reality show incorporates selling the product within the show---- a noticeable feature in some of the renovation blitz programes that are everywhere. It's the arty side of Hollywood that accepts the consumers in a postmodern society are media literate enough to have a working awareness of our own manipulation.
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I actually watched Peter Weir's latest effort, "Master and Commander" last night; that is an event in myself, as I only normally lurk in cinemas to watch Lord of the Rings movies.
I don't get this passage:
"I'm uneasy with our national cinema. The Australian film industry is often too localized and provincal (eg., Strictly Ballroom and Priscilla) and it is too keen and willing to play a dumb uncultured Australia vis-a-vis the cosmopolitan UK or the US. I'm deeply disturbed by this aspect of our film culture and its failure to engage with our mediascape."
I thought you was all for our film industry, as it was the only way it could 'tell our national story'.
I think our film industry is okay. I enjoyed movies like "The Dish" and "The Castle", precisely because they were unashamedly Australian, and not worried about the opinions of others.