Monday, November 29, 2010

Surrealism

One of my favorite concepts, artistically, is the surreal; the intentional and abject defiance of convention or logic.  It's never really integrated into the mainstream aesthetics of any modern era, but it always lurks at the periphery, like sharks around a calm-stalled sailboat, waiting for the critical moment to suddenly become the inescapable focus of everyone within tooth range.  There is a drifting, dream-like quality to surrealism, an inheritance from the actual artistic movement with which it shares a name; the early Surrealists of the beginning of last century were directly inspired by Freudian dream analysis.

This fascination between the murky and unsettlingly irrational realm of unconsciousness, or indeed subconsciousness, is important to any surrealist work.  Modern surrealism may no longer draw directly from dreams, but it has the power to evoke that same discomfort, that same sensation that the world is slipping away from you and the shadows in the corners of your eye are growing.  The sense that, at any moment, you could awaken in your bed and find that what seemed to be your life is now a distant, fanciful imagining.

Here, I will suggest three television series which I believe capture that sensation of the surreal and uncomfortable, series that straddle the back of the nebulous nightmare and ride that pony for all she's worth.  The fact that all three play these uncomfortable moments for laughs (at least, ostensibly) is likely due to my own preferences and predilections.

Monty Python's Flying Circus (1969-1974)

Almost certainly the most well known on this list.  I've always felt it a bit unfair that (the still quite good) Monty Python and the Holy Grail is their most famous work, and that tons of people are simply ignorant of the other films in their oeuvre, and this, the TV series which began a revolution in the field of sketch comedy.  Dispensing with the punchline format of previous BBC sketch series, Flying Circus represents a stream-of-consciousness format in which the various sketches blend together in strange, organic ways with no meaningful distinction between them.  With satire, animation, full frontal nudity, and an enormous amount of enthusiasm in every moment of the series, it's clear how Monty Python as a group was a necessary predecessor to future sketch outfits such as the Kids in the Hall and the Upright Citizen's Brigade.

The surrealism of the series comes largely in the transitions between sketches, or rather, the absence of them.  Sometimes a sketch would begin with one premise and end with another, while other sketches simply ended abruptly.  Often a theme of some sort, especially earlier in the show's run, would pepper an entire episode, never overtly acknowledged (unless it was funnier to do so, in which case it was very overtly acknowledged).  There is a sense of reality coming undone at the seams when watching this show, as if the cardboard sets of studio scenes, rain-slicked location shots of the filmed segments, and chaotic iconoclasm of Terry Gilliam's animation were merging and diverging like vines along a trellis.  It is this air of confusion and discomfort against stultifyingly well-written material which makes Monty Python's Flying Circus such a surreal success.

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! (2007-2010)

Jumping forward about forty years, we come to possibly the most disturbing collection of moments ever to be broadcast in the continental US.  Often cited (incorrectly) as a paragon of "random humor", Awesome Show! is so successfully surreal because it is anything but.  Every 11-minute window into a nightmare realm is carefully crafted, with a three-act narrative keeping things tied together between fake advertisements for ill-advised, often downright dangerous products and surprising celebrity cameos which place less emphasis on the men and women they bring in and more emphasis on the absurdity of celebrating the individual in the first place.

And yet strangely, Awesome Show is never vindictive with its humor.  While including some of the most frightening and peculiar individuals who could ever be found wandering the streets of Los Angeles, their involvement is more like being welcomed into a family than being derided as stars of a carnival freak show.  These are people whose burning dream is to be on television, and Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim give them that opportunity when possibly no-one else ever would.  Even the viewer needs some time to get used to this bizarre aesthetic; the first few episodes may be more off-putting than entertaining, but enjoyment of the material grows in a brain like fungus, and eventually you'll find the humor in there.  I often worry that the series is in fact the vector of some crippling brain ailment, and that in recommending it (a symptom, of course) I am helping an unfathomable cosmic horror to propagate in the human collective unconscious.  Of course, that won't stop me from doing so.

The world which exists in Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! is an undeniable horror, a realm in which whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, and even that which can't will make a damn good try.  Inspired heavily by public access television, itself a portal to an unbelievably awkward hell, Awesome Show combines that homespun failure with the more sleek, modern, and misguided failures of major corporations.  The show is hilarious, uncomfortable, satirical, and occasionally absolutely terrifying.  An amazing experience, all around.


Food Party (2009-2010)

A short run is often the curse of the surreal show, and while it afflicted Food Party, rest assured that what is contained within is pure, nightmare gold.  In listing these programs alphabetically, I have also inadvertently listed them in order of ascending surrealism.  While there is a certain tendency to a dream-like quality in the preceding series, the entirety of Food Party feels like an uncontrollable fever dream.  With little to no coherent connections between episodes, save the ubiquitous presence of creator Thu Tran, Food Party steamrollers over basic narrative.  Every garish cardboard second is an assault on conventional narrative, every grotesquely gyrating puppet a slap in the face of story structure.  At no point do the contents feel random; rather, they seem to be obeying a kind of logic which is so utterly alien to our own as to be deleterious to the very fabric of local reality.

The most obvious thing about Food Party is its occasional tendency to present itself as a cooking show.  Ingredients which shouldn't even be stored in the same room are tossed together in a pot and cooked over a red felt flame.  While the overall feel of the series is one of unrelenting cheerfulness, there are moments where it descends suddenly and powerfully into the realm of eyeball-peeling, bowel-loosening horror.  These moments are made all the more powerful by their sugary surroundings, and they only ever last for a moment before the status quo returns and another unappetizing meal is prepared.  Food Party represents the same half-forgotten fragments of subconscious experience which so vexed Dali, Magritte, and Ernst.


Wow that was a lot of words.  I hope that my (hopefully not too powerfully pretentious) recommendations lead to some folks watching these series who had not before.  Each of the three is a gem in and of itself, stripped of any analysis, and each work deserves to be encountered by as many people as possible.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Uncanny Valley

As a rule, I don't draw fan art.  It's not that I feel it's beneath me, because I'm not a douche, but because I generally have enough of my own ideas to commit to paper that I don't usually worry about other people's.  But sometimes a work is so awe-inspiring and a character so compelling that even my spirits are uplifted and my heartstrings plucked to generate the exact tune which causes me to put pencil to paper.  Please, click to follow after the break, and share in the wonder and majesty.


Thursday, November 11, 2010

Eight Legs Is Best Friends

As a giant biology nerd, there are things that I find amazing that most people don't.  Spiders, for instance.  Most people possess an irrational terror of the things which is incredibly out of proportion considering the minute percentage of them which are actually dangerous in any way.  Now, I love spiders.  They're fascinating and awesome and kind of adorable.  Like, kitten-level adorable.

Time was, I was just as irrationally terrified of spiders as anyone else.  When I was maybe 6, I was CONVINCED that a black widow lived under this weird circular patch on the floor of our bathroom and would bite me if it could and I would immediately die and have to be buried.  It wasn't until I started college that I started to gain a new-found appreciation for arthropods in general and spiders in specific.  Ironic that my first damn day at an arts school was the same day I started down this crazy road of trying to get into a damn science program at a state school. 

Fucking Art Institute. 

But anyway, I remember picking up a copy of Life in the Undergrowth, the companion book to Attenborough's documentary, at Powell's Technical whilst there with my dumb buds Micah and Lindall.  It captured my attention, and set off a chain reaction.  All through my employment at the zoo and Best Buy, I would bring in library books on sharks, or ants, or crustaceans, or deep-sea vents; all kinds of stuff that I was interested in during high school but had never really appeared on my radar before.  But spiders really took the cake as the creatures towards whom my attitude changed the most, and this made me realize that the best antidote to irrational terror (or indeed, irrational anything) is education.

In the interest of maybe sharing this lessening of fear with at least one other person on the planet, permit me to talk about some cool spider stuff.  I'll put a break here and throw up a cursory warning that there will be spider pictures following it, but really, you should take a look even if they freak you out.  It's all about learning, dawg.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Assassination of Archduke Ferdinand

So far this bolgus has been all words words words words, usually concerning one of the vast multitude of things that make me angry.  I promise, I'm really not an entirely bitter crank.  So I figured I would post some visual stuff that your eyebolus can look at and get happy about.

This project was my final for Advanced Storyboarding class while I was still attending the Art Institute of Portland, and is one of the (very) few pieces from that dismal period in that dreadful school which I am proud of.  I was definitely inspired somewhat by both the bizarrely hilarious tale of the opening shot of World War I, and the extremely awesome history comics of Kate Beaton which I had only recently stumbled upon. 

I definitely intend to post more arts stuff on here, seeing as how I am ostensibly an artist as well as all the other pretensions I hold about myself, so let me know what you think.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Campaignery

As most individuals in Oregon know, tomorrow is election day.  Which is a great fucking relief for me.

Yes, I voted.  It may not mean much, but as I don't feel "driving a truck full of fertilizer into a public building" is a reasonable or responsible component of the democratic process, voting is the best way to try and get something to fucking happen in the government.  Besides, they typically don't listen to fertilizer truck guy, anyway.  Unless autopsies count as listening.  Which they don't.

(Fun fact: if that preposterous COICA were to pass, my shitty blog could be blacklisted at the whim of the Attorney General purely for showing the phrase "driving a truck full of fertilizer into a public building", regardless of context, and without any meaningful appeals process)

But whatever.  I think my main point was that I am relieved as hell that the election season is ending, regardless of the victors.  And that is because it will mean the cessation of god-damn stupid-ass BUTT-FUCKING COCK-SUCKING ASSHOLE CAMPAIGN ADS.  Even with the relatively small amount of television I actually watch live these days, I'm still constantly bombarded with shrieking harpies decrying the other guy with weasel-worded mudslinging.  Every single one just makes me want to not vote for whoever made the fucking ad in the first place, accomplishing the exact opposite of their stated goal.

I mean, I'm already biased against advertising in general.  At best it just feels cheap, waxy, plastic; at worst it is the grotesque, harlequin phallus of commercial enterprise violating whatever orifice it can slither into, via mind-boiling jingles, poor attempts at humor, irritating voices, and smug bullshit about how their product is superior to some other product which claims the exact same thing based on different but equally fucking arbitrary metrics.  But when politics gets involved, the already deformed and debased enterprise of advertising produces a bloated, autistic stepchild whose ham-fisted attempts at tricking you into siding with the ad's progenitor leave nothing but the taste of bile on your lips and fingernail marks on the inside of your palm.

I realize that with this passionately disdainful attitude I take towards advertising, it is utterly hypocritical of me to have advertising on this blog itself.  While these ads are at least subtle and ignorable (far better than the internet's earlier days, with monkey-punching, word-shouting banner ads.  Are those still around?  I have an ad-blocker, as I imagine everyone with any know-how does, so I rarely see such things) it is still a violation of my stated principles.  However, as much as I utterly loath advertising in practice, in principle it is a necessity.  Information is hardly going to arrive in a human skull on its own, is it?  I'll gladly play host to a few commensal Google Ads if we can shed the blatant, ugly parasitism of billboards, television commercials, radio advertising, etc.  Or at least try and keep it classy, for fuck's sake.

And these negative elements of advertising; the lies, the smears, the increased volume as a blatant attempt to catch your attention, the hired actors spewing mindless dialogue to convince you how much they love BLANK and you should to; these negatives are exemplified by the campaign ad system.  Either funneled through some third-party fly-by-night "Committee for the Safety of America" or similarly bullshit groups, or vehemently endorsed by the stumbly-mumbly candidate themselves, the ads are entirely focused on how the candidate/bankroller is better than his or her opponent in some cherry-picked situations, divorced of context.

The worst continually accused a candidate of being involved with a "fringe group" in some way.  It does not specify who this "fringe group" is.  It does not define "fringe group".  It merely hopes that you hear the word "fringe" and get frightened or angry, in the way that Taco Bell's terrible advertising hopes that the sight of low-grade meat and plastic cheese will entice you into their store despite the fact that the advertisement itself makes you want to shit an entire big moist motorcycle out of your abused rectum.  (Oh god, now I'm hungry for Taco Bell.  Oh god.  What is WRONG with me?)

I'm not sure I have more to say on this matter.  Hm.  Also I am out of shit-related imagery.  To summarize: goodbye forever, campaign ads.

Because they won't be coming back in a year.  That's just crazy.  Ha ha ha.