There may be no hard evidence to back this up, but if professional
critics, many of whom rarely note in reviews whether a movie was shot
in film or on video, are any indication, people don’t care about
format; they just want good work. Celluloid fetishists and those video
artists who still believe in the revolutionary promise of their medium
may care about format, but such fussiness seems quaint and generally
beside the point. These days anything goes, which is probably the
spirit in which to approach a series like Scanners. The event presents
no urgent curatorial reason for being, namely because most of the
videos could have been shot in film (if not for the prohibitive cost)
and folded into other events, but there is some nifty work here
As The Reeler points out, though, the folks at Scanners have pulled in one of those rabid types: Mr. Belligerence himself, Armond White, will be giving his annual lecture on music videos tonight at 6pm as part of the festival. Interestingly enough, this week at the New York Press, White devotes most of his column to Bertolucci’s "The Conformist" and bashing video:
It came before the de-volution. Bertolucci, Storaro and Scarfiotti
worked with the belief (now gradually eroding in the digitial-video
age) that cinema was, foremost, a visual art form; that its richest
meanings and distinctive impact were the result of images. Images
designed to amaze, ideas expressed through illustration, emotion
conveyed through the tonalities of light. All that is now taken for
granted through today’s barbaric video practices where indie films look
like home movies.
Hell, it’s almost enough to make us want to go to the damn thing just to see how he rationalizes how "aesthetics and politics, art and soul can co-exist" in the work of Joseph Kahn.
Over at Wired News, Xeni Jardin reports on the technical requirements agreed upon by the Digital Cinema Initiatives, a consortium of studios, theater owners, and manufacturers trying to ease the move to digital distribution and projection. Of course, no one’s figured out who’s going to shoulder the bill.
Goodbye, film! Goodbye.