Alphaville

A part of this view­ing list: Criterion Collection Spine #25: Jean-Luc Godard’s Alphaville.

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Watching this film, one of the first things I re­al­ized is that Jean-Luc Godard has no idea how to make con­vinc­ing sci­ence fic­tion. The next thing I re­al­ized was that Godard was merely us­ing enough of the sci­ence fic­tion id­iom to dis­play and en­act his di­alec­tic bat­tle be­tween love and logic. From this point of view, the in­con­sis­ten­cies and patho­log­i­cal in­abil­ity to fully sus­pend dis­be­lief are of sec­ondary con­se­quence to ob­serv­ing philo­soph­i­cal gym­nas­tics that only the French are ca­pa­ble of. Alphaville is a city con­trolled by a com­puter called Alpha 60, whose goal is to re­make hu­man­ity in his own im­age, purely log­i­cal and with­out even the slight­est abil­ity to ex­press emo­tion. Alpha 60 also sounds like you’d ex­pect a guy who smokes through a stoma to talk. Thank God the Intergalactic Secret Agent Lemmy Caution has been sent from the Outlands to do a lit­tle re­con, kill a man and de­stroy Alpha 60 if he can. As a bonus he gets to sleep with Anna Karina.

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Since this was shot in the 60s it feels pretty dated, be­cause the sci-fi is cul­tural, it be­comes anachro­nis­tic in its set­ting; whereas some­thing like The Day The Earth Stood Still brings in all the sci­ence fic­tion from an ex­tra-ter­res­trial source, and while dated, re­mains be­liev­able. Alphaville is more on the or­der of Philip K. Dickian, psy­cho­log­i­cal trauma fraught with para­noia. Alpha 60’s om­nipres­ence fa­cil­i­tates cul­tural com­par­isons to Orwell’s 1984 and David Bowie’s song Saviour Machine. At the same time, the 60s were the per­fect time to find vi­sual cog­nates to re­flect the tech­no­log­i­cal ad­vance­ment of so­ci­ety. You’ve got to think in that frame of mind to rec­og­nize build­ings that look like punch-cards though. Much like sci-fi from that pe­riod couldn’t pre­dict per­sonal com­puter or the dig­i­tal age, and you end up with space­men us­ing slide-rules.

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At one point Lemmy is in­ter­ro­gated by Alpha 60 to de­ter­mine whether he can be suc­cess­fully as­sim­i­lated or whether he should be ex­e­cuted. He man­ages to present the com­puter with a co­nun­drum that even­tu­ally short cir­cuits the thing, si­mul­ta­ne­ously free­ing and de­stroy­ing most of the in­hab­i­tants of Alphaville. The ones who had be­come fully log­i­cal and emo­tion­less, who had for­got­ten words like weep­ing and red­breast, went mad and died when the lights went out. Only those with some emo­tional bear­ing left to them had the abil­ity to sur­vive the death of logic in the face of uni­ver­sal po­etry wielded by the ugly crag of a man called Lemmy Caution. Light is both safety net and the yoke of logic in Alphaville, and it is only in the dark re­cesses of in­ter­galac­tic space, and in the hu­man heart that emo­tion can find the strength to tri­umph.

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Zero Landfill

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Library Table Finally and Sidebar

Saturday, 28 July 2007

DSC02207 I ran around the sec­ond­hand fur­ni­ture stores and an­tique strip on Lorain to­day in search of fur­ni­ture. I’d for­got­ten how ridicu­lously over-priced most of the an­tique places are com­pared to back in Indiana, but I lucked out and found a dude ac­tu­ally in­ter­ested in sell­ing some mer­chan­dise and fi­nally picked up the ex­act kind of li­brary ta­ble I’ve been look­ing for years. Quartersawn oak with a mid­dle drawer. I got it and a chair for $130. A bet­ter price than buy­ing some­thing new and not as sturdy.

I’ve also brought back the side­bar posts as my re­searches on var­i­ous top­ics have been turn­ing up lots of amaz­ing links. Here’s a feed for it.

The Very Knees, Heartwarmer

I went to Pat’s in the Flats last night to see a cou­ple of bands. I know The Very Knees and like them muchly, and wasn’t fa­mil­iar with Heartwarmer. Heartwarmer are from Kentucky and had some dance­able poppy tunes, a bit rem­i­nis­cent of Of Montréal sans the glam and nods to the or­ches­tra­tion of Arcade Fire. My only crit­i­cism is that they’ve got too much tam­bourine and not enough melody or har­mony. I’d like to see them add an­other gui­tar or let the girl sing along with the guy. Here’s the video I took of ‘em.

The Very Knees put on an­other rau­cous show and God saw it and said that it was good. They had a 16mm video to go along with their sin­gle and the video pro­jec­tor made me wist­ful, since I’ve been try­ing to find a func­tional one for the past lit­tle while. My 16mm film from col­lege is molder­ing mean­while. Not that it is any good in the first place. If I get a pro­jec­tor I might as well get a 16mm cam­era too, and it will all be down­hill from there. Oh yeah, Very Knees video:

Here’s the video in easy-to-see for­mat. It cracks me up in an in­side-joke sort of way since I know about half of the peo­ple in it.