برچسب: Shrouds

  • Jurassic World Rebirth | The Shrouds + David Cronenberg | Videodrome (1983)


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    On Truth & Movies this week, we discuss new releases Jurassic World Rebirth and The Shrouds, and speak to David Cronenberg about his latest film. Finally, for film club it’s a Club Little White Lies members’ pick – we revisit 1983’s Videodrome.

    Joining host Leila Latif are Hannah Strong and David Jenkins.

     

    Truth & Movies is the podcast from the film experts at Little White Lies, where along with selected colleagues and friends, they discuss the latest movie releases. Truth & Movies has all your film needs covered, reviewing the latest releases big and small, talking to some of the most exciting filmmakers, keeping you across important industry news, and reassessing great films from days gone by with the Truth & Movies Film Club.

     

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  • GriefTech: Death and Technology in The Shrouds,…



    This trend can also be traced in recent tele­vi­sion series. In Apple TV+’s Sev­er­ance, bio­corp giant Lumon man­u­fac­tures brain chips that allow users to sev­er,” or switch on and off between, their work and per­son­al lives. Griev­ing wid­ow­er Mark Scout (Adam Scott) is com­pelled by the sci­ence as an oppor­tu­ni­ty to for­get his wife’s pass­ing for eight hours a day, ren­der­ing a ver­sion of him­self that is not only a pro­duc­tive work­er, but also lives rel­a­tive­ly pain-free. The pro­ce­dure is not with­out its down sides. The sev­er­ance chip, acti­vat­ed by a spa­tial bound­ary, ulti­mate­ly affects a tem­po­ral dis­so­nance: office-bound innies’ expe­ri­ence life as a con­tin­u­ous work­day – A week­end just hap­pened? I don’t even feel like I left,” notes Britt Lower’s Helly R – while their out­ies’ miss whole chunks of time. The show real­izes this dis­crep­an­cy in episodes that take place in real time,” like in the first season’s whirl­wind finale, or entire­ly with­in the warped lin­ear­i­ty of the sev­ered floor, as in the sec­ond season’s pre­mière, in which the time elapsed since the events of the first sea­son is delib­er­ate­ly mis­rep­re­sent­ed to audi­ences and innies alike. 

    As with Inven­tion and The Shrouds, the func­tion­al­i­ty of the tech at the root of Sev­er­ances sci-fi con­ceit is echoed by the tele­vi­su­al tech­nol­o­gy that pro­duces the show. His­tor­i­cal­ly bro­ken up by ads, episodes, and sea­sons, tele­vi­sion – per­haps even more so than cin­e­ma – relies on time as its orga­niz­ing prin­ci­ple and pri­ma­ry medi­um. The major cat­e­go­ry of tele­vi­sion” wrote the­o­rist Mary Ann Doane in 1988, is time.” The lit­er­al­ly mind-bend­ing tech­nol­o­gy of Sev­er­ance, employed in the case of its pro­tag­o­nist to mit­i­gate grief, splices time in the same mode as, well, a TV show. 

    In some ways, this reflex­ive pat­tern harkens back to the ear­li­est days of mov­ing image cul­ture, when the technology’s new­ness often saw it put in con­ver­sa­tion with mod­ern anx­i­eties over acci­dent, dis­as­ter, or death. Ear­ly films like, for instance, the afore­men­tioned com­ic trick film, The Big Swal­low – in which a man approach­es a cam­era pho­tograph­ing him and, in an act of irri­ta­tion or amuse­ment, eats it whole – played on the film appa­ra­tus’ abil­i­ty to cap­ture or depict nonex­is­tence. Where the film might be assumed to end with a black screen, as the cam­era itself is swal­lowed, we’re instead shown the tri­pod and pho­tog­ra­ph­er dis­ap­pear­ing into dark­ness, sug­gest­ing that film has some­how been able to cap­ture an after­life, even after its own demise. 

    The effect of film’s abil­i­ty to rep­re­sent death has been the sub­ject of much crit­i­cism and foun­da­tion­al the­o­ry. In 1951, French crit­ic André Bazin sug­gest­ed that film’s abil­i­ty to cap­ture and then repeat the unre­peat­able moment of death – as in the doc­u­men­tary he was review­ing, Myr­i­am Bor­sout­sky and Pierre Braunberger’s Bull­fight – might both des­e­crate” the final­i­ty of loss, while also ren­der­ing it even more mov­ing.” That ambiva­lence is then affirmed in these recent works where the sci-fi tech­nol­o­gy mar­shalled to coun­ter­act their char­ac­ters’ grief does lit­tle more than com­pli­cate it. Mark Scout’s inabil­i­ty to recall the loss of his wife leads him to turn his back on her by the end of the sec­ond sea­son. Inven­tions Cal­lie, after oper­at­ing the heal­ing machine, is moved to help­less tears rather than some deep­er sense of peace or com­pre­hen­sion. The Shrouds ends ambigu­ous­ly, with Karsh seem­ing to move on from his wife while, of course, con­tin­u­ing to see her everywhere. 

    But the lack of res­o­lu­tion is what makes these recent works such effec­tive med­i­ta­tions on what mov­ing image tech­nol­o­gy knows of – or owes to – death. Over the past few years, images of dev­as­ta­tion have pro­lif­er­at­ed across mobile plat­forms, stream­ers, and big screens alike. Fears that such images might ren­der view­ers desen­si­tized to grief or vio­lence are coun­ter­act­ed by projects that explore visu­al medi­ums as tools for fac­ing the fall­out of death head on. If there is no treat­ment for grief, cin­e­mat­i­cal­ly, it’s per­haps only because such treat­ment is nec­es­sar­i­ly ongo­ing, always unre­solved. As tech­nol­o­gy con­tin­ues to advance into realms some might call post-human, these recent works affirm that it can still remain a tool for explor­ing the most human thing: life and our respons­es to its end­ing. By invit­ing view­ers to see film and tele­vi­sion as a kind of GriefTech,” these works under­score the blind­ing inevitabil­i­ty of loss with­out turn­ing from it. That is: we only tru­ly lose if we refuse to keep looking. 





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  • The Shrouds review – precision filmmaking of the…



    It’s become a cliché to say that David Cronenberg’s The Fly remains one of the most heart­break­ing films of the 1980s, a film which cul­mi­nates in an inves­tiga­tive jour­nal­ist hav­ing to put down her sci­en­tist boyfriend for being too overzeal­ous with his toys. With his rumi­na­tive lat­est, The Shrouds, Cro­nen­berg once more makes a play for the heart­strings in what must be one of the most naked­ly mov­ing and rev­e­la­to­ry films with­in his canon.

    There is, of course, a lot of iron­ic lev­i­ty too, as seen in an open­ing sequence in which melan­choly wid­owed tech mag­nate, Karsh (Vin­cent Cas­sell, made up to look exact­ly like the film­mak­er), decides to dive into the dat­ing scene once more, organ­is­ing a lunch with a match for­mu­lat­ed by his den­tist in a restau­rant that’s adja­cent to a grave­yard. The joke is, it’s his restau­rant. And his grave­yard. And what’s more, his late wife, Bec­ci, is buried there – would you, dear date, like to come and see her decay­ing corpse in 8K res­o­lu­tion via live-relay videofeed?

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    Karsh is the founder of GraveTech, a com­pa­ny who have, in tan­dem with a Chi­nese firm named Shin­ing Cloth, devel­oped a new type of bur­ial shroud which allows the bereaved to be in con­stant con­tact with the recent­ly depart­ed. Ever the roman­tic, Karsh is just itch­ing to dive into his plot next to Bec­ci so they may enter the eter­nal rest togeth­er, but in the mean­time, he’s can zoom in on her des­ic­cat­ing skull and won­der­ing what those lit­tle nod­ules grow­ing on her bones might be.

    Explo­rations of grief on film are ten a pen­ny and so often lean on maudlin sen­ti­ment to achieve their intend­ed goal. The Shrouds offers some­thing that’s at once more nuanced, more com­plex and more rad­i­cal, as Karsh finds him­self hav­ing to deal with the fact that some­one may be sab­o­tag­ing his sys­tem to use it as a sur­veil­lance tool, some­thing one of his oper­a­tives and ex-broth­er-in-law Mau­ry (Guy Pearce) may have a hand in. This cen­tral con­ceit of man attempt­ing to dis­cov­er the prove­nance of strange broad­cast images and being swept into a world of polit­i­cal intrigue is a ful­some call-back to 1983’s Video­drome, and as a film about a husband’s con­spir­a­to­r­i­al obses­sions with his dead wife, there’s quite a bit of 1991’s Naked Lunch in there too.

    On a pro­duc­tion lev­el, this is just pre­ci­sion film­mak­ing of the high­est stripe, and there’s a heart­beat-like rhythm to both the syn­tax and syn­co­pa­tions of the dia­logue, and the beau­ti­ful­ly judged shot/​reverse shot edits. Howard Shore deliv­ers anoth­er one of his gor­geous synth scores, this one with an apt­ly fune­re­al vibe, and long-time pro­duc­tion design­er Car­ol Spi­er threads the nee­dle between a world of pris­tine mod­ern inno­va­tion, and Japan­ese minimalism.

    The Shrouds is a new type of cin­e­mat­ic love sto­ry, one that deals with our abid­ing con­nec­tion with the dead through dreams and real­is­tic inno­va­tion rather than hav­ing to lean on such time­worn crutch­es as ghosts and fan­ta­sy. Like much of his late work, there are a cer­tain set of demands placed on the view­er, but if you’re will­ing to take what Cro­nen­berg is giv­ing you and tap into the film’s rich emo­tion­al main­frame, then the gifts (and heart­break) will be plentiful.





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