Wild Strawberries

I’ve long believed that the best media – be it movies, music, plays, paintings, sculptures, etc. – are those pieces that force you to re-examine yourself and question whether there aren’t little facets of who you are that need some adjusting. Not that all great art should be life-changing, there’s clearly a lot of fantastic art being created by very talented people that is not. Rather, any piece that causes introspection and reevaluation, in my book, joins the larger canon of great art. Perhaps more than any other medium, film has the power to turn the camera inward and show us where we ourselves are lacking. A great example of this forced introspection is Ingmar Bergman’s Wild Strawberries (1957).


This old black-and-white from Sweden’s best known (and perhaps one of film's most pessimistic) director tells the surprisingly optimistic story of Dr. Isak Borg, a physician and professor near the end of his life who is returning to his hometown to be honored in a ceremony there. Along the way, Dr. Borg meets a handful of other travelers who come to represent facets of Dr. Borg’s personality and past. Through his interactions with these various selves, and with the help of flashbacks, visions, and dreams, Dr. Borg comes to recognize that pain is no one’s fault, that he is not a victim. Furthermore, he learns to appreciate the value of forgiving others and himself.

How often are we at fault for the pain that we experience? More importantly, how often do we ascribe those painful experiences to the failings of others? How willing are we to forgive ourselves and others, accepting that pain is simply a part of life and that blame is not an adequate salve? As Dr. Borg learns, we all have pain, disappointment, and regrets – it’s how we respond to them that makes us who we are.

Interactive sound generators

Lately, I've been really fascinated by these interactive sound generators you can find on the internet. Below are two of my favorites. I find the idea of making music from a visual source extremely cool.



Otomata
With this link, you can click on random squares within the grid, then assign them a behavior - meaning a direction they can move. They move as far as they can within the field, then when they hit a wall, they create a tone and bounce back in the opposite direction. The result is pretty cool.
 
Matrix
Here, you can click on cells within the matrix to produce a design, which then gets turned into musical tones - it's sort of like a graph where the x-axis represents time, and the y-axis represents a tone.
 
Alright, you probably think these are kind of lame, but I literally played with both of these for at least 30 minutes when I found them.

Resurrected!

I've decided to revive the old blog. Life lately has been one change after another, so in keeping with that theme, I've decided to change this blog to become a journal of the things - movies, music, websites, etc - that I like. No more incessant ramblings (I know, I know, I'm rambling incessantly right now...I swear, I'm getting to the point), just reviews of things that really blow my skirt up.




Without further ado...

In a scene near the end of 2010’s Catfish, a man explains:

"They used to tank cod from Alaska all the way to China. They'd keep them in vats in the ship. By the time the codfish reached China, the flesh was mush and tasteless. So this guy came up with the idea that if you put these cods in these big vats, put some catfish in with them and the catfish will keep the cod agile. And there are those people who are catfish in life. And they keep you on your toes. They keep you guessing, they keep you thinking, they keep you fresh. And I thank god for the catfish because we would be droll, boring and dull if we didn't have somebody nipping at our fin."

To say anything about the identity of the speaker would reveal too much about this mysterious documentary. As much an evaluation of the role (and the danger?) of social networking in modern society as it is a character study, the film is the story of a man, Nev, who meets a prodigious young painter and becomes involved with her family and their friends via Facebook. Nev falls for the young artist’s older sister (the "catfish"), but as they get closer, things begin to fall apart in cyberspace. What follows is a bizarre look at the duality of real life and virtual life in the age of social media.

A great deal of speculation, doubt, and debate surround just how much of the film is “real” and how much is made up. Doubters claim that it’s too bizarre, too storybook, to have not been staged. Whether the film is 100% real or somewhat staged is really irrelevant (though I happen to want to believe it is all true). As the filmmakers point out on a panel they do in the DVD’s Special Features, in the age of social media, real versus made-up is less important than the story we present. The persona we show the world via Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace (and our blogs) becomes reality to those who view it, and reality is rarely what it seems.