Directed by Lucrecia MartelArgentina | 2004
Martel’s cinema radiates the sense of multiple things going on just outside our and the characters’ consciousness(es), just beyond comprehension, which keeps her films at a near-constant level of anxiety, although it’s never quite clear how much of this feeling stems from concrete reasons within the film and how much is just a psychological effect she is able to conjure in her characters in an attempt to accurately reflect their jostled and transient states. Much of this uncertainty has to come from Martel’s totalizing, exacting audiovisual approach, which combines decidedly fragmentary compositions, aggressively elliptical editing, and atmospheric sound design.
All pretty drab, run of the mill news, really. It’s nice when a Golden Globes payola scandal comes along to shake things up, but it’s not the sort of thing that happens every week. I should consider myself lucky. One honestly sensationalist, bullshit story like that is a blessing. Two of them in the same week is a down right freaky occurrence… so I was a bit freaked out to hear about a little L.A. food truck and their recent cease and desist order against an adult movie company.
Specifically, two ex-Golden Globe publicists have charged that members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (82 international journalists who run the Golden Globes) are not above selling nominations to studios…along with the occasional victory. All this could be yours if the price is right.