IndieAgora

This is a thesis that a friend gave to me, she got her doctorate in philosophy with this thesis. It has lots of ideas from Jean Luc Nancy, Gilles Deleuze, Felix Guatarri and Michel Foucault to name a few.



I haven't read it properly yet, but just thought I would share it for future interest.

Do you still have it or a link where we can look at it again?

[quote]kFoyauextlH wrote:
Do you still have it or a link where we can look at it again?[/quote]

Really sorry but no. I could maybe try to find it on an old iPhone I have, might be lingering in there somewhere but I din't have all of my old pdfs.

Sure, that might be fun if you find some stuff from that time, but no big deal either way!

I like finding abandoned threads like these in case they might be able to be made into something more, like I enjoy the title too.

Here are people talking about finite, completed projects, alternately one is very critical of their final or finite product and the space it takes, and the other is more positive, and that hopeful attitude even has them make their story more open ended, even though it was supposed to be relegated to a prequel for a sequel that had a much more closed story.

The one director is obsessed with closing things in, which would be like their concern about the canon of history and accuracy which further locks them to certain things and gives them pain when they see issues, which also seems a bit silly, especially because I'm typically more amused and entertained by the much msligned silliness of Uwe Boll's films than anything I've seen from Eggers overall so far, and the "VVitch", fricken stupid name, was pretty bleh, boring, bland, dull, visually unremarkable, "realism" which to so many silly folks seems to mean eye-gougingly slow and boring when if anyone was observant of real life it is full of imagination, color, and humor, no one can survive in the worlds that they create as supposedly real in their finite space of a film's runtime and overall production components stuffed in there, do the film could have been significantly better in my opinion, but was good enough for people of today that have forgotten perhaps or never knew otherwise how much better films have been.





Uwe Boll is known for supposedly terrible films, and Eggers is known for better quality, but that to me is just the snottiness of people falling for publicity and propaganda rather than looking within and valuing what they may actually have enjoyed, not being as guilty about their pleasure in the frivolous, because the slow and staring seriously at the audience stuff may be just as empty or even more empty than something quickly dismissed as having the trappings of stupidity and being absurd.

I feel like I often try to play on the liminal line where I think camp should be, which I think the real world is much more like than the fake "realism" that has never been anywhere in existence, but maybe people actually see desaturated worlds, where I see vivid color and humor in everything, along with extreme sadness and whatever else, all at once, never just one thing, or just a joke or just scary or just dramatic.