Saturday, December 8, 2007

the "death" of mumblecore

My friend Russ turned me on to an article in the latest issue of Film Comment called The Death of Mumblecore. Take a gander here if you're so inclined. With such a provocative title, I was very interested in reading this article which I immediately could not help but take issue with. How can a "movement" that's not really a "movement" already be dead?

I did find some of the information rather interesting, agreed with some of the comments, and whole-heartedly took issue with others. Basically, the author explains that the mumblecore "movement" is a creation of marketing, a ploy of film festival programming, an attempt to brand these films as the hot new thing so that they would do better as part of a group than they could on their own.

Well, okay. I always got the impression anyway that filmmakers branded with the label were always kind of puzzled by it, even put off by it, as well. It reminds me of another much-maligned, commercially-coined genre of which I have been an unapologetic follower: emocore music, more colloquially known as 'emo.' A label which is unwanted at best and derisive at worst, which no one can accurately define and almost no one is willing to use to define themselves. Most musicians slapped with the emo label would probably tell you that they don't know what it means either, and they they just make the music they want to make, man. Let the market, which needs everything to be easily classified and defined, make those distinctions. Such is the same with filmmakers of the mumblecore movement.

The emo genre and mumblecore have much in common. Products of both get an inordinate amount of shit for being self-indulgent works of self-absorbed people. And in some cases I'm sure that's a valid criticism. That said, I take issue with the following point of the article:
The mumbler with the loudest mouth and the director of three defining mumblecore features—Kissing on the Mouth (05), LOL (06), and the aforementioned Hannah—is Swanberg, who commented on GreenCine last year that his work “is not about seclusion, it’s just a reflection of the white, hipster neighborhood I live in.” Deep-throating his own foot even further, he told Filmmaker magazine (in the Spring ’07 issue) that he didn’t feel he had “anything to say right now about the Iraq war. The story of my life and my friends’ lives are the ones I can tell most completely.” That Swanberg believes that his life and those of his friends are separate from the war or the global meltdown that is upon us seems to me reason enough to bring back the draft. I wouldn’t take these pronouncements seriously, were they not borne out by movies that are just as smug and blatantly lazy.
Emphasis is mine. I don't think every film, or every work of art, for that matter, needs to be a treatise on the current geo-political state of the world, or contribute to any kind of political debate. Or, for that matter, be relevant to anything at all. I take the author's point that young people feel separate from the war and uninterested in current events, but you can't fault the guy for making films about what he wants to make films about. I find this criticism just unfair and mean-spirited.

The author makes no secret of her dislike for Joe Swanberg or his films, but seems to really like both Andrew Bujalski and Adam Katz, calling them the "break-out talents" of mumblecore. I can't say anything about Katz, since his two films, Dance Party USA and Quiet City haven't come out on DVD yet and I missed them at IFC in August. But I can see how the latter two perhaps have more emphasis on "craft" than Swanberg. Perhaps.

I don't like placing value-judgments on films. They are what they are. And I couldn't help but have a gut-reaction to the article based off of the provocative title alone. I wanted to take issue with it before I even read it. Hannah Takes the Stairs elicited genuine emotion when I saw it, and inspired me to do my own work. And I'm not the only one. What else can you ask from a film? Call it whatever you want, but it's definitely not dead.

EDIT: Oh, I also wanted to say congratulations to the Duplass Brothers (who I'm sure will never read this) for their new film, Baghead, getting accepted into Sundance.

Friday, December 7, 2007

resignation and infamy

Today was my last day of work. I was caught off guard by a wave of extreme emotions, not because I was sad to leave the place, but because I realized that I was quitting a decent job and trading it in to explore parts unknown. (Actually, when I say it like that, it sounds awesome.) But you get the idea. I feel liberated, excited, and terrified. I wasn't expecting so much of the terrified, but I guess I should have seen it coming.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

course correction

So, well, hmm. Six months since my last entry. For whatever reason, my desire to blog about my life and goings-on waned pretty quickly, but now I feel the need to do so again, so here we are. Short version: I got a job, left for a better job, and am now leaving that job too.

Working as a video editor from 9 to 5 (9 to 6:00, actually) five days a week was an interesting experience. This atmosphere of this particular place didn't really jibe with my vibe so-to-speak, and the attitudes of my bosses were taking their toll and I decided it was time to go. In retrospect, I'm almost glad the environment was as negative as it was. Because that was the only way I was going to let myself throw away the security of a steady paycheck and daily routine and pursue what I really want...which is the really hard part. It all comes back to the same place in the end, really. I am not going to be happy until I'm really doing what I want to do. Really doing it.

Back in August I saw a movie called Hannah Takes the Stairs at the IFC Center in New York. It was a small story about 20-somethings and their relationships, shot on video and heavily improvised. It reminded me of a Cassavetes film. Afterward I got really energized because this was exactly the kind of filmmaking I wanted to do, and these guys were out there actually doing it. When I got home I was looking online for information about the director, Joe Swanberg, and his other movies. This led me to discover a film "movement" that's been dubbed mumblecore, or sometimes slackavetes. (I put "movement" in quotes because it's not really so much a movement as it is a bunch of young filmmakers who are making movies about issues and people that are relevant to them in a stripped-down, minimalist style. More on this later.) Other filmmakers that have been lumped into this movement are Andrew Bujalski, Adam Katz, and The Duplass Brothers. In an odd coincidence, these films have also inspired this girl, who once interviewed my partners and I about our film company in Binghamton. Weird, huh?

Anyway, lots more stuff to come from me soon. For right now, I have to go to work. Four days left...

Monday, June 4, 2007

these things find you, part 2

Some things regarding my Hoboken adventure that I forgot to mention. Prior to Saturday, I had no idea where Hoboken was, so my mom lent me her TomTom. I had never used it before, so I didn't know what to expect. On the drive there, it quickly endeared itself to me as the best little device ever invented. I put myself totally in the little bugger's hands, not having any idea where I was going. She (it speaks with a feminine voice, you see) guided me exactly where I wanted to go, telling me when to turn and which side of the road the exits were on. Fucking brilliant. On the way back, while driving through Manhattan, she did have a little bit of a rough time getting me back to the tunnel, but I'll forgive her that.

I cannot extol the virtues of this little thing enough. It gave me an unexpected sense of complete freedom: I could go anywhere, whenever I wanted, without preparation, just by hopping in the car and plugging in my destination. Fucking nuts. I was watching Back to the Future Part 2 the other week and was lamenting the fact that the 2015 future world in the movie is a far cry from where we'll be eight years from now. But the little TomTom restored my enthusiasm for the future.

(Getting a little carried away with the poetry, I know.)

The other thing: at the festival, I picked up a flyer for a short movie because I recognized one of the names. A Walk in the Park was DP'd by Josh Silfen, one of my counselors at The New York Film Academy which was a summer filmmaking program I did when I was 16. The short wasn't playing that day at the festival but I went home and found his personal website, which also led me to the site of another one of my counselors that summer, Ishai Setton. Turns out they did a feature recently called The Big Bad Swim, and it's been getting some attention on the festival circuit. Made me want to try and get in contact with those guys.

bicycle thief (Josh talks to God)

A couple days ago after suffering through slogs (?) of Long Island traffic, I decided that from now on I am going to ride my bike to places in town. I filled my tires with air yesterday and went for the first bike ride in a long-ass time, and believe me, I felt it.

So, of course, it's motherfucking pouring fuck-you raining today. And according to weather.com, it's supposed to be raining for weeks. Weeks. I mean come on.

Well. This gives me an excuse to stay in today to watch last night's Regenesis and The Sopranos.

I just enjoyed my first cigarette of the day out in the rain and got some great ideas for this project I started to work on. Nothing like a little nicotine-fix to get those synapses hopping...

these things find you

Had an interesting weekend. My buddy Jon has been a freelance cameraman since he made the move back from Binghamton to LI, and Saturday, he needed an assistant for a shoot at a film festival. Specifically, the Hoboken International Film Festival. I had never been to Hoboken before and was surprised to discover how close it is to Manhattan. As in just through the Holland Tunnel and bam--Hoboken.

Anyway, though it was a small festival and I thought most of the offerings were crap (sorry, it's truth), I had a great time. More importantly, I felt 'connected', like I was actually doing something. It felt good to be in and around New York again. It really jazzed me and gave me energy and hope for the future, as cliched as that sounds. So thanks to Jon for that. I took some pictures on my camera phone to post but I'm having some driver issues with my computer (no Bluetooth yet for this kid).

Before that gig materialized I was going to write a post about keeping busy. You see, I made a conscious decision to build in some downtime between graduation and 'work' (whatever that may be). I wanted some time with no responsibilities or expectations where I can just be a guy in a world for a while. Clear my head, regroup, etcetera. I have things I want to write and movies I want to make. But I was afraid that the trauma of transition back home might get to me if I didn't have anything to keep me occupied. So far, however, everything has been smooth sailing. There's lots to do and lots keeping me stimulated. There is still an aura of weirdness around everything, and I don't think it's fully sunk in yet that I'm not going back to Binghamton.

So, in short, this story isn't over.

Friday, June 1, 2007

To-Do

One of my favorite websites that I get a lot of mileage out of is Lifehacker. Check it out if you're not already a regular visitor. I swear to god, it's things like Lifehacker that give my generation a leg up on my parents'.

Anyway, I stumbled across a service they recommended called Workhack. It's a very simple writeboard to-do list, with none of the frills common to web 2.0/GTD apps and services. But it's all I need and want. I set it as my start page in Firefox and I have a feeling it's going to be very useful in getting my life together, now that I'm home for the foreseeable future...

You can use it to prioritize certain items through color and text size. For example:

Write resume
Take old clothes to clothes drop
Guitar lessons...?

Something like that. All three of those items are on my list, by the by.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

And Now: The Hard Part

My name is Josh Bernhard and I am a 22 year-old, freshly-minted college graduate. Two days ago, I moved from my 1-bedroom apartment in Binghamton, New York and back into the house where I grew up on Long Island.

With my parents.

And no job.

And no idea what I am going to do.

In a mini flash of inspiration this afternoon, I decided to chronicle the beginning of my 'new' life online in blog form, cause that's just what you do these days. Why will it be interesting to anyone? Dunno. What kinds of things will I write about? Not sure. We'll just see where it goes from here.

Now for the hard part.