The whole thing had been strange and lonely, until it was approached by Grin, who had made no secret of the fact that he had two eggs of the finest steel in his sack when it came to gruesomely beautiful women. But somehow it wasn’t even about her subjective identification when she waited for the flashes and the apparent non sequiturs that revealed more than just cold, hip, technical abstraction. For example, Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s 240-second motionless shot from below
“The ecstasy of St. Theresa,” which – yes, the dramatic development of the marriage contract … brought it to an annoying standstill that a fifteen to thirty second statue would have produced just as well; but on the fifth or sixth watch, Joelle realized that the four-minute long still image accentuated an absence: the whole film took the POV308 of the alcohol-addicted snack bag seller, and this – or his head – could be seen in every shot, even on the split screen the titanic sky marathon seven-card study game with tarot cards – the rolled eyes, the temple dents and the rosary made of beads of sweat on the upper lip could be seen continuously on the screen and the screen … except for the four narrative minutes in which the alcohol-addicted snack bag seller in the Vittoria in front of which Bernini stood and the climactic statue filled the canvas and pushed itself to all four edges. The statue, the sensual presence of the sculpture, let the alcohol-addicted snack bag seller escape himself, his annoying, omnipresent, complicated head, she realized, that was the point. The four-minute freeze might not have been at all
The four-minute still image was perhaps not a meaningful artistic gesture or an anti-public wrong track. Freedom from one’s own head, from the inescapable subject, Joelle gradually recognized an emotional thrust, indirect to the point of invisibility, because the mediated transcendence of the self was exactly what the apparently decadent statue of the orgasmic nun claimed for itself as a subject. After a serious (and admittedly rather boring) examination, an unironical, almost moral thesis of the abstract, sarcastic camp cartridge emerged: the stasis of the climactic statue of the film presented its theoretical subject as an emotional effect – a self-forgetfulness like that of the Grail – , and she presented – in a hidden gesture that had something almost moralistic about it, Joelle, who was coked and looked at the brightly lit screen with her mouth twitching while cleaning – found the self-forgetfulness in alcohol to be subordinate to that in religion / art (because bourbon consumption left that The head of the salesman swell terribly until its dimensions at the end of the film the frame
and he had terrible and humiliating trouble to maneuver him through the main entrance of the Vittoria into the open). But somehow it didn’t matter much once she got to know the whole family. The work and its analyzes were just a premonition – which usually came over her under small, controllable amounts of coke, which allowed her to see deeper and more clearly, and therefore those notions were not inherent in the objective work itself – a feeling out of the hollow belly that the punter’s deeply injured attitude toward his father was limited, self-conscious, and perhaps unreal.