Weekend ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT • THURSDAY, APRIL 23, 2015 • PAGE B1 Political satire, Middle Eastern culture merge in new exhibit BY LIPIKA RAGHUNATHAN Spectator Staff Writer Satire and politics come together at the art exhibition “I won’t wait for grey hairs and worldly cares to soften my views,” with pieces that reflect the culture of the Middle East. The art consists of men dressing and posing in varied scenes and scenarios, illustrating Middle Eastern politics, culture, and identity. This exhibition, featuring works by Ramin Haerizadeh, Rokni Haerizadeh, and Hesam Rahmanian, opened at Callicoon Fine Arts on April 12 and will remain until May 24. Described as “exhibition-cum-theater,” the exhibition includes video, painting, sculpture, and collage elements. Adapting Jean Genet’s “The Maids,” images show the artists performing their version of the play. According to the press release, “They enact a campy version of the sadomasochistic scenes and incorporate a tableau that references David’s ‘The Death of Socrates.’” Other components of the exhibition include “a sculptural assemblage with a water fountain at its base and a tumbling array of mannequin limbs, a pink-rimmed jug and artificial flowers.” In another portion, “a draped canvas depicts a partially obscured wedding procession, royals from a Madame Tussauds display, over which is placed a handmade bowl and tennis racket altered with a stocking and clay.” The idea of communal and group art is clearly demonstrated in this exhibit with several artists working on one large project together. The Dubai-based artists came together in the effort to convey a satirical performance of Middle Eastern culture and politics. The artists worked together on this group project but also have solo work on similar themes. Ramin Haerizadeh, one of the featured artists, has exhibited internationally, notably in “Unveiled: New Art from the Middle East” at the Saatchi Gallery in London (2009), “Sharjah Biennial 10” in the United Arab Emirates (2011), and “The Trees Set Forth to Seek for a King” at the Museum on the Seam in Jerusalem (2014). On his own, he presented his work at Gallery Isabelle van den Eynde, Dubai, and at the Galerie Nathalie Obadia, Paris, in 2012. His works also appear in a number of prestigious collections such as Guggenheim Abu Dhabi, the British Museum, the Devi Art Foundation, and the Rubell Family Collection. Rokni Haerizadehi, Ramin Haerizadehi’s brother, is another of the featured artists. Like his brother, his work has been featured in many exhibitions, such as the Carnegie International (2013), “Here And Elsewhere” at the New Museum in New York (2014), and the Sharjah Biennial (2011). His art can also be found in collections at the Carnegie Museum of Art, the British Museum, Tate Modern, the Devi Art Foundation, the JPMorgan Chase Art Collection, and the Rubell Family Collection, among other places. The third and final artist is Hesam Rahmanian from Dubai. Rahmanian’s work has been featured at Gallery Isabelle van den Eynde in Dubai (2013), Paradise Row in London (2011), and Traffic in Dubai (2010). In 2011, Rahmanian was involved in a group showing at the Royal College of Art in London as one of eight finalists for the Magic of Persia Contemporary Art Prize. Associate at Callicoon Fine Arts Elizabeth Lamb described the exhibit as both an example of art creating a dialogue about social issues and a group demonstration. Because the exhibit makes such a statement about public affairs and commercialization, the meanings behind the pieces could be explained and understood without context. Influences include “art historical to contemporary politics to protests in the news and also referencing things from their families and magazines and popular culture,” Lamb said. By using different forms of media such as video, sculpture, painting, and collage, the artists are able to SEE GREY HAIRS, page B3 ILLUSTRATION BY ISABEL CHUN PAGE B2 Best of WEEKEND APRIL 23, 2015 Satirical Films Though kicking back with a mind-numbing romantic comedy or nonstop barrage of CGI-laden effects à la “Avatar” can be a relaxing form of entertainment for many, these satirical films are equally entertaining. They ask viewers to consider issues like politics, religion, and consumerism in a humorous, cerebral way. —AFRODITE KOUNGOULOS ‘Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb’ ‘Life of Brian’ Monty Python’s “Life of Brian” was released to extreme controversy in 1979. Set in biblical times, the film centers around a man named Brian who is mistaken for the Messiah after being born in a stable next door to Jesus. Much to his chagrin, Brian acquires a horde of followers who declare his every action a miracle. He later gets arrested and is almost released, but in a parody of “Spartacus,” other people use his name to avail themselves. The film ends with Brian and a couple of other inmates singing along to “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” while being crucified. Many religious groups condemned the film as blasphemous and irreverent, and it was even banned by several town councils in the U.K. However, the creators maintain that they meant to satirize left-wing politics and dogma, and it has earned itself a place in the pop culture cannon. ‘This is Spinal Tap’ Stylized as a parody of the stereotypical rock documentary, “This is Spinal Tap” is about the fictitious British band Spinal Tap. Like a traditional documentary, footage of one-on-one interviews is interspersed with periods of them on tour during various points of their career. They lose several drummers due to freak accidents like spontaneous combustion, and one member’s girlfriend causes a rift between the group in an exaggerated homage to Yoko Ono. After the film’s release, it became popular for rock groups to refer to themselves as behaving like Spinal Tap, such as Pearl Jam or Quiet Riot. However, other musicians have admitted that the film gives a stark portrayal of the degradation of the music industry. ILLUSTRATION BY KAYA TIBILOVA One of director Stanley Kubrick’s most wellknown films, “Dr. Strangelove” follows a maniacal U.S. Air Force General who singlehandedly orders a nuclear attack on the Soviet Union. General Ripper triggers an air attack on Russia because he is convinced that the Soviets are attempting to poison U.S. citizens through the fluoridation of drinking water. Though the U.S. warns the Russians of the impending attack so that they can defend themselves, the Soviet premier angrily retaliates by exposing a doomsday device created by the former Nazi Dr. Strangelove that is meant to wipe out all human life. The bomb eventually detonates, and the film closes with a montage of explosions dramatically set to “We’ll Meet Again.” Meant to parody the Cold War attitude of mutually assured destruction and the so-called “missile gap,” the film has become iconic enough to spawn pop culture parodies, including on “The Simpsons.” ‘Fight Club’ Based on a bestselling novel of the same name by Chuck Palahniuk, “Fight Club” tells the story of an unnamed office drone (Edward Norton) who meets the charismatic soap maker Tyler Durden (played by Brad Pitt during his prime). The men form a club where they get together with other men to beat each other up to release their pent-up frustration and rage. They eventually band together to form an anticapitalist group called Project Mayhem, set on vandalizing corporate property in a somewhat misguided attempt to protest consumerism. While the story’s general premise is meant to satirize the mindlessness of working a desk job and aspiring only to own another sideboard from IKEA, it also comments on the dark parts of activist movements, as Project Mayhem spirals into a terrorist organization. COURTESY OF MAGNOLIA PICTURES OFFBEAT | Iris Apfel drew her sartorial inspiration from traveling the world with her husband, collecting unique garments and trinkets from souks, flea markets, and bazaars. ‘Iris’ a poignant look at cosmopolitan identity, devotion to fashion, unconventional beauty BY SETH VAUGHAN Columbia Daily Spectator “Are people at Columbia even interested in fashion?” asked Iris Apfel, the 93-year-old subject of the late Albert Maysles’ final documentary film, “Iris,” which opens next Wednesday. The documentary is a portrait of identity, devotion, and a well-lived life. Albert and David Maysles began filming the cinematic portrait in 2011, with the documentary premiering during the 2014 New York Film Festival this past fall. And as Apfel told me this week, it started when Maysles called Apfel and proposed the idea. “I met him over the telephone. ... He called and he wanted to do a documentary, and I wasn’t interested. And then my friends all chastised me, telling me I was being very foolish. ... So, one thing lead to another and we did it. He was a wonderful gentleman,” Apfel said. The film follows Apfel in her day-to-day life with numerous tight sequences of Apfel burrowing her way through both her New York and Palm Beach apartments, piled high with curios. Interspersed throughout the film are biopic montages, detailing Apfel’s childhood in Astoria, Queens and her marriage to and professional partnership with her husband Carl Apfel. It was in these early years together that Apfel, who initially began her career working at Women’s Wear Daily, transitioned to interior decoration and received a commission that required the reproduction of a hard-to-find fabric. After having successfully reproduced it and others for projects of hers, she and her husband, along with a partner, began the company Old World Weavers, which sought out discontinued fabrics and reproduced them in the most historically accurate manner possible. “I never felt pretty. I don’t feel pretty now. I am not a pretty person. I don’t like pretty.” —Iris Apfel Their clients included White House administrations beginning with Eisenhower, the U.S. Senate, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Seeking out new designs and locating mills to replicate them, Iris and Carl began to circumnavigate the globe. During these years of trekking through endless souks, flea markets, and bazaars, Apfel felt drawn to collecting accessories and local garments on a larger scale. This process of searching, learning, and discovering is what she credits as the driving force behind her trademark ensembles, which embodies this cosmopolitan ethos. “I am a great believer in process. The result is not enough,” Apfel explains. Ultimately, the Apfels were offered a sum too good to pass up by textile giant Kravet and opted to sell the company. The compulsion to collect accessories, however, had begun much earlier in Apfel’s life, far before her company. It was the need to cultivate her appearance that prompted her to begin acquiring pieces at age 11 or 12 from a threadbare shopkeeper in Greenwich Village. “I never felt pretty,” she states in the documentary. “I don’t feel pretty now. I am not a pretty person. I don’t like pretty.” Some of the film’s most poignant moments are when Apfel insouciantly scavenges in shops, wherein her fiendish desire to examine all that is around her reveals her palpable and unceasing curiosity. Yet after the 2005 exhibition “Rara Avis: Selections from the Iris Apfel Collection” at the Met, curated by Harold Koda, plenty of people were curious about Iris. The exhibition then traveled to Palm Beach’s Norton Museum of Art, Long Island’s Nassau County Museum of Art, and the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Massachusetts. The public’s response was immediate and certain. Apfel suddenly became a cult figure, celebrated for her disregard for conventional dressing, which she eschews in favor of a highlow mix of garments, punctuated by oftentimes curiously alluring accessory amalgamations. And while the ensembles change, her trademark large black glasses and blue-rinsed coupe are constant. Apfel’s last quip in the movie is “I’m really uninterested in beauty ... but the rest of the world isn’t with me.” What one takes from this, however, is that she is not interested in conventional notions of beauty. Maysles’ film ultimately brings these personality traits into focus along with what is so often overlooked: Apfel’s serious pragmatism and unyielding work ethic. Iris, the film and woman, are therefore remarkable in their originality and straightforwardness. “Iris” will open in select theaters on April 29. [email protected] APRIL 23, 2015 WEEKEND PAGE B3 Friendship ‘Like a G6’: College come full circle A COURTESY OF AMANDA GENTILE INNOVATIVE | “Rhythm in Motion” brings together both established and emerging talent through its six-part dance series over the course of five days. Tap dance series explores social issues through choreography BY CAUVERI SURESH Spectator Staff Writer The American Tap Dance Foundation’s “Rhythm in Motion,” a performance series directed and curated by Tony Waag, seeks to combine young and emerging talent with premier choreographers in its new showcase. The series features six performances over five days. “After years of presenting tap and seeing that there was a growing number of dancers, and more festivals and more work choreography being created in the field, I decided we needed to find a place where we could present this new work,” Waag said. “Not an easy task, as there are so few venues even available or affordable. I think that our audiences are also growing, therefore an urgent need for more productions.” Waag also finds that dancers want to continue working with tap, despite the notion that it is outdated, because it is flexible and lends itself to individualized expression. “I feel it allows me, and allows anyone who is interested in it, to be themselves and create their own style and give their own voice to it,” he said. Through the American Tap Dance Foundation and “Rhythm in Motion,” Waag is providing a forum for dancers today to create an individualized style of expression. Caleb Teicher, one of the choreographers for “Rhythm in Motion,” echoes this sentiment. “Tony has given opportunity to many new voices in the tap dance community, and we’re all very thankful for that,” Teicher said. Program B, which runs April 25 and 26, features works by Caleb Teicher and Felipe Galganni, among many others, both of whom are premiering pieces that are largely influenced by the music to which they are set. Felipe Galganni, a Brazil native whose work is based in Brazilian music and rhythms, has two works premiering in “Rhythm in Motion.” “My intention at first was to give a taste of the Brazilian Samba to the students of the TCYE, after I started choreographing it I found this other song that I also really liked,” Galganni said. “I realized the pieces were connected. That was a story and a very dramatic relation between them.” “Many of the pieces are comments regarding our society right now, dealing with everything from climate change to racism.” —Tony Waag, Director “The mood goes from cold to hot, it’s almost a hunt story,” he said. “I was inspired by the way blood flows in our bodies like a dance of energetic and vital movements, which constitutes the eternal pulse of life.” Teicher’s work “Variations” is set to Glenn Gould’s recording of Bach’s “Goldberg Variations” and is performed by Teicher and dancers Elizabeth Burke and Gabriel Winns. “The compositions are short, fast, and playful,” he said. The piece pushes pattern, form, and convention with movement ranging from intricate and dense to simple and silly. “I want the audience to connect to these patterns and the idea of variations on a theme in a new way,” Teicher said. Beyond playing with the boundaries of form and rhythm, “Rhythm in Motion” also confronts larger social issues. “Many of the pieces are comments regarding our society right now dealing with everything from climate change to racism,” Waag said. Brenda Bufalino’s piece, “Diary of a Racing Pigeon (Chapter 3),” deals with these larger issues by addressing climate change. Bufalino, one of the founding members of the American Tap Dance Foundation, demonstrates how tap can deal with the sort of rich and complex themes that people often assume are reserved for other styles of dance. Her piece, which is at times comic and at others poignant, features a mix of monologues and dance compositions of her own creation. She takes on the persona of an “ingenue, a matron, and an elder,” she said, with “wonderful environmental projections created by Tony Waag.” The final chapter of a series she has created over time, Bufalino’s piece shows the racing pigeon as “brave, loyal, and hopes to win, is challenged by her age and also fighting the elements of climate change with the final race which she dances.” Such a diverse, far-reaching series showcases just what makes Waag so excited about the future of tap. “It’s a growing and expanding creative art form that people are taking note of and they are realizing how amazing it is, and how inclusive it can be,” he said. This inclusivity stems from the style’s ready acceptance of work that is serious as well as lighthearted. “It can be a lot of fun, or it can be taken very seriously,” Waag said. “And that’s a beautiful thing.” [email protected] The ‘exhibition-cum-theater’ includes sculpture, video, and collage GREY HAIRS from page B1 simultaneously convey their message and show their creative processes. The fusion shows the multiperspective aspect and gives the viewer more insight into the artists’ thought processes in assembling the components of the exhibit and the exhibit as a whole. “The artists are referencing various sources of inspirations in their lives and these uses of media are just various extensions,” Lamb said. The art can have many interpretations depending on the viewer’s perspective. Lamb noted: “How does the visitor experience this art for themselves? A lot of this is set up to be interpreted as what does this mean to you. I think a strong takeaway point is that the artists are installing the exhibitions in this way to show their communal and individual practices.” The satirical aspect of the exhibit comes through as many pieces may come across as comical though about a more serious subject. “There is an underlying sense of humor that is throughout all of the works,” Lamb added. The eccentricities and uncommon themes of the work make it especially fresh and relevant. Every part of the room is a kind of artistic expression, making the exhibit an immersive experience. As people walk through, the utilization of the gallery’s entire space showcases the creativity and originality of the artists. Lamb has observed that exhibitgoers often feel like they have stepped out of New York when they enter. “People make comments that this exhibition is like walking into their world. The floor is covered in panel that reflects Islamic mosques and amaryllis flowers coming up from the ground. The whole floor was created in Dubai, and that process is shown on a structure playing in the exhibit,” she said. Other artists are featured in the exhibit as well; their works of art lend the exhibit a multidimensional aspect, complementing the original artists’ meaning and vision. Communal collaboration is an important tenet of art for the artists, as exemplified by their working together and by the other art in the exhibit. Lamb pointed out that there are five works by other artists now part of the collection. “They’ve taken these summer white lawn chairs and created anthropomorphic thrones,” Lamb said. “We’re really proud to bring this work to New York. We think it’s an important, interesting experiment on what is collaboration and what an individual artistic practice looks like,” she said. [email protected] few nights ago I’m pretty sure my college career came full-circle. Picture this: me and one other person dancing in the Lerner Party Space, four years’ MADISON worth of Days on Campuses SEELY after my own. Staffed to Guilty DJ the Late Night Dance Party famous for facilitating Pleasures awkward ass-to-crotch ice breaking, my best friend Matt and I ran laps around the room to the only song that mattered for four years: “Like a G6.” I will dance to this song until the day I die and probably for several days after. No party I have ever attended has felt right without the complement of that bent synth and the uninterested twentysomething who sounds like she’s singing in a room made of tin. It’s on every party playlist I’ve ever curated and has been the representative song of my best friendship for the past four years. There’s more for me in this song than the drop that sends me into full, unflattering deep-squat. “Like a G6” is, in the largest sense, a representation of—bear with me—my most meaningful college achievements. Most of these have strayed from being academic in nature and I’m okay with that. When I leave here in a few weeks I’ll still remember those, but I’m happy to say they’ll be coming up short behind the nights I’ve shared with people like Matt. I’ve been listening to this song since high school and there’s really very little about it that’s remarkable. It’s a hard song to defend because there’s no distinct high point of musicality or intricacy to speak of, nothing to pinpoint and say, “There, that’s why.” But it resonates with a bounce that rattles the empty parts of my brain and tells me I’m satisfied. Frankly I enjoy that sensation too much, which means I often shout, “This is my JAM!” when I hear it at parties, even when I’m the one who played it. What I’ve learned from “Like a G6” is what happens when I allow myself to completely lose control. This, I’ve found through experience, is dangerous when done in the wrong company. Having such a ridiculous love for something so insignificant is a weapon when wielded around those without a similar sense of recklessness. College has been, for me, a journey of finding the right company—those who will not raise eyebrows at overly enthusiastic dance moves but will instead drop it low at the same time I do. Four years later we were still dancing to pop songs, not for their quality but for how far they meant we’d come together. That’s why when I first played this song in the company of someone who immediately reciprocated my excitement, he stuck with me in a big way. This is the point I’m trying to make: I was ridiculous and yet I was immediately loved in return. I dropped the defenses we’re often encouraged to maintain in order to survive at Columbia, and that’s given me someone who has helped make me who I am today. And I really, really love that person. I’m exaggerating because my best friendship is founded on more than a visceral reaction to “Like a G6.” It’s also founded on an appreciation for really good mac and cheese, on a recognition of our strengths and weaknesses, on quoting Kristen Wiig’s appearance at the Oscars. All of these are related, all equally significant because I have someone I’ve shared them with without abandon. This is what I mean when I talk about my achievements: I consider my time at Columbia most significant when I measure it by the times I’ve let my guard down around my friends. Several of those times involve “Like a G6.” An hour or so into the Days on Campus party, Matt and I had gone through several more songs and accumulated a crowd of recent admits. We were sweaty and clearly the best dancers there due to years of practice and an innate sense of what absurd, flailing motion we could each do that would complement the other. Another friend soon joined us, one I’d known since that exact dance party four years prior. That was back when we only knew each other as people wearing the same lanyard and wristbands that let us into dorms whose names we didn’t know, so of course we became friends. Four years later we were still dancing to pop songs, not for their quality but for how far they meant we’d come together. “Like a G6” would be played several times that night. Madison Seely is a Columbia College senior majoring in creative writing. Guilty Pleasures runs monthly. WEEKEND PAGE B4 Flipside Guide APRIL 23, 2015 WHERE IT’S AT Time: Various Place: 1564 Broadway Cost: Tickets start at $47 Rating: »»« COURTESY OF SYLVAIN GRIPOIX ROMANCE | The musical follows the love story of American Jerry Mulligan and French Lise Dassin in post-World War II France. ‘An American in Paris’ A beautiful, though unsubstantive look at Parisian life BY KALLY PATZ Spectator Senior Staff Writer WHERE IT’S AT Time: Various Place: Various theaters Cost: $15 Rating: »»» COURTESY OF CAROLE BETHUEL RECKLESS | The movie follows one actress’ struggles with anxiety and loneliness as she feels alienated by her career. ‘Clouds of Sils Maria’ Juliette Binoche, Kristen Stewart shine in emotionally charged drama “An American in Paris,” now playing at the Palace Theatre in Midtown, makes tourists of its audience. Set in the easily romanticized Paris and lifted up by Christopher Wheeldon’s balletic choreography and direction, the musical twirls out of New York City with the first swooping bellow of Gershwin’s score. It is a show made for escapists and makes no secret of it. The musical—based on the 1951 film of the same name—makes everything more beautiful. The dancing, the sketched set, and the actors twirling as they takes props offstage all soften the edges of post-World War II France. Lead actors Robert Fairchild, a New York City Ballet principal dancer, and Leanne Cope, who trained at the Royal Ballet School, are standout dancers, though not performers. Their liquid movement seems made for Gershwin’s molasses-thick music. It’s tempting to make comparisons between Wheeldon’s project and the revival of “On the Town” running a few streets away. Both shows are built around balletic choreography and concern soldiers gazing starryeyed at big cities and a mysterious, idealized woman. But while “On the Town” is always tinged with a degree of irony—as New Yorkers, we see the flaws in the sailors’ vision of a magical city—Wheeldon asks us to fully inhabit the perspective of the tourist. There’s something to be said for whimsically sketching a city or pirouetting just for the thrill of a turn. The world Wheeldon presents is a beautiful one. We can’t help but give into a romance made through danced introductions and glances caught in the crowd. However, the musical doesn’t go any further than that. It’s filled with vague gestures to our romantic notions of art in Paris—the cast of characters consists of an artist, singer, dancer, and composer who wax poetic about their work—and little more. In one of the musical’s first scenes, Jerry Mulligan (Robert Fairchild), our American in Paris, rips up his train ticket and flings the scraps into the air. The moment is supposed to indicate that he has become more than a visitor, but it’s only a superficial gesture. He never loses the perspective of someone who is just visiting. Mulligan first sees Lise Dassin (Leanne Cope) as a figure frozen in the crowd. Like a small-town boy dreaming of Paris, he falls in love with the idea of her—sleuthing elusively across stage, always in a sort of slow motion—before she speaks a word. When they do meet, he renames her to fit his vision. Liza, once Lise, becomes an imagined figure rather than a fully developed character, incapable of fleeing anywhere but into Mulligan’s arms. Though seductive and powerful as she moves, Cope becomes meek and docile as soon as she begins to speak. An empty, accommodating canvas, she blurs easily with Mulligan’s dreams of her. Presenting Paris through Mulligan’s lens, the musical unfolds as if under a sepia filter. Though we’re in post-World War II France, even mob attacks become soft under Wheeldon’s romantic hand. This is the Paris we see in postcards and magazine spreads, where people only cry while gazing into the water and love is an inevitable conclusion. The impossibility of the picture, easily swept over in dance, becomes horribly apparent whenever a character begins to speak. Craig Lucas’ clunky, hackneyed, and often ridiculous script distorts the beauty of every scene we see danced. Suddenly, the musical feels like a family-friendly affair promoting wholesome, feel-good values. It reveals just how far we’ve traveled from true life, and reminds us that the people of Paris walk rather than twirl. [email protected] BY AFRODITE KOUNGOULOS Spectator Senior Staff Writer “What’s wrong with my acting? What do I need to do to make you admire me?” So asks gray-faced, slightly tipsy actress Maria Enders during a tense conversation with her assistant Valentine. While the above scene takes place inside a mountainside home, not the picturesque Swiss landscape, and the dialogue may not seem the most poetic, its desperation and loneliness are at the heart of Olivier Assayas’s film “Clouds of Sils Maria.” Played by Juliette Binoche, Maria Enders is an accomplished actress who got her start in the play “Maloja Snake.” The play details a tumultuous relationship between a young girl named Sigrid and her boss, Helena, with Sigrid eventually driving the older woman to suicide. Twenty years later, Enders is invited to star in a remake, but this time to play Helena—a role which embodies everything Enders detests in herself. Tabloid princess Jo-Ann Ellis (Chloe Grace Moretz)—a reckless starlet reminiscent of Justin Bieber—is slated to fill Enders’ old role. Before the two even meet, Enders develops a fascination and contempt for Ellis, watching online videos of her drunkenly slamming her purse against a paparazzi’s windshield. Her face illuminated by the bluish glow of her iPad screen, Binoche looks like a woman defeated, foreshadowing the storm of her discontent that is later to come. Even when the director takes full advantage of the gorgeous expanse of rolling mountains, the outdoor parts of the film are unified with the indoor parts by an overhanging sense of gloom. Visually conveyed through the film’s blue-heavy color palette and liberal usage of shadows, Assayas sets a quiet, melancholy tone. Coupled with the numerous solo shots of Binoche, the viewer is forced to confront Enders’ outbursts of sadness and jealousy—and, by extension, their own anxieties about loneliness. Kristen Stewart delivers the standout performance in the film as Valentine. The significant age gap between herself and Enders makes their exchanges more meaningful, as Valentine often makes the case for why younger stars and directors should be taken seriously. In one scene, after having watched a futuristic space film starring Ellis, Valentine ardently defends Ellis’ capabilities and the sci-fi genre as a whole. Enders’ blank look when Valentine argues that “there’s no less truth than in a supposedly more serious film” reinforces the generational divide between them and calls into question the shifting definition of art. The divide between Enders and Ellis seems to be mainly generational. The idea of an out-of-touch aging woman worrying about clinging to her youth may sound clichéd—even unfairly stereotypical—but Enders is so earnest in her emotions that it’s hard not to sympathize with her. At one point, Ellis snips that no one cares about Helena when Enders asks her to focus on Helena’s character during the play, leaving the audience taken aback by Ellis’ brashness. One only has to look at Enders’ sunken cheekbones—her slight smile—to put themselves in her position. Though the direct parallel between Enders’ dislike of modern movies and her worries about fading into obscurity is a bit heavy-handed—indeed, built into the plot—there’s something to be said for a film that makes its message so hard to miss. When Enders asks Valentine what she should do to become a better actress, she invites not only pity, but also empathy. Enders invokes the familiar wish of every desperate person to put social conventions aside and be simply told what to do, because they no longer have it in them to grope blindly and fail. The visual appeal and the simplicity of the dialogue may not linger with viewers long after they’ve finished the film, but the message carries enough potential staying power to stick around. Even if the staying power is short-lived, the mark of a good piece of art is being able to emotionally connect with the viewer—for however long that may be. [email protected] WHERE IT’S AT Place: iTunes Cost: $10.99 Rating: »»» ILLUSTRATION BY NATHANIEL JAMIESON ‘Cherry Bomb’ Tyler, the Creator’s new album has a mature, retro-inspired sound BY ALEXANDRA WARRICK Spectator Senior Staff Writer Tyler, the Creator’s new album “Cherry Bomb” is slick, star-studded, and surprisingly sugary. Less his hallmark knot of gristle, it gushes with sticky-sweet optimism, more Nerds rope than hangman’s. This is a stark inversion of close collaborator Earl Sweatshirt’s recent dirge, “I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside.” An album heavily influenced by Tyler’s affection for poppy, boppy oldies, “Cherry Bomb” is crammed with retro flourishes, chiefly of which are its fake classic-hits radio station outros that smack of red pleather diner banquettes and midnight milkshakes. Tracks like “2Seater” skitter from style to style with the flick of a dial, and present in tracks like “Pilot” and “Run” is that charming kind of “Bad Ronald”-lite ’70s horror synth that only furthers the album’s B-movie drive-through mood. Grab some napkins: “Them golf boys bad for you like the food from McDonald’s,” Tyler warns in “2Seater,” and we don’t doubt it, as the whole album is shot through with mean, crunchy, borderline unhealthy guitar riff loops you feel in your teeth. Tyler thrillingly compounds these with over-annunciated taunts that slam star-shaped pegs into square holes (see: “Potter” and “David,” “are” and “important”). As the radio dial turns, you catch snatches of intentionally treacly R&B—tracks like “Cherry Bomb” and “Blow My Load” let their female features pour honey over all that Death Grips distortion and deathly ideation. “Fucking Young/Perfect,” the album’s most radiofriendly double feature, is basically a rap remake of Del Shannon’s “Go Away Little Girl” that permits the little girl in question to say her piece, with a kewpie-cute rebuttal from Kali Uchis. Just when you think things can’t get more gumdrop, there’s “Find Your Wings,” which this reviewer theorizes could probably be snuck into the Christmas rotation at your local Brooks Brothers. The clincher is “Smuckers,” a rap-juggernaut sandwich featuring the mother of one-two punches, Kanye West and Lil Wayne. Let that sink in. It’s fascinating to examine how Tyler and Earl, once operating as self-professed brothers with complementary styles and ethos, have violently veered—delirium versus depression, the conceptual versus the coldly confessional. While Tyler crows about finding his wings throughout “Cherry Bomb,” Earl only aspires to “start a motherfucking end.” They’re antithetical right down to the imagery of their album art and music videos: While Tyler scoots through a pastel-scape of (too) young love and comically oversized sunflowers, Earl opts for a color-leached ghost world. The contrast is psychologically transfixing—while Tyler’s face may be “melting from the flash of the big old lights,” they have near-superstitiously stolen Earl’s soul. The big-dog features and playful production are entirely done away with, however, in Earl’s “I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside”—there are curdled carnival organs and the tinkle of abandoned piano lessons here and there, but they’re unobtrusive, and there’s no godly grandstanding with his involvement of close friend Nakel Smith and other scrappy upstarts like Wiki of Ratking. (In fact, the single apparent overlap remaining seems to be their penchant for dark samples of “Wonder Showzen”-y, cloying children’s cheering.) Tracks like “Mantra” and “Faucet” are rife with sadness and disillusionment—not since Chuck Palahniuk has someone been so alienated by a fanbase taking his words too close to heart. He’s grateful to the “gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids” for his livelihood, but, after his infamous stint at a Samoan boarding school, his unceremonious booting into the spotlight, his grandmother’s passing and the apathy that resulted, can now see none of himself in them. Earl, a true Kübler-Ross model, spikes from catatonia (the gut-punch “Grief”) to irritability (“Off Top”) and back again (“Up and I’m down and I’m low and I’m peakin,” he confesses). Beyond psychology, hanging over the album is a thick fog of prophecy, a sense of premonition coming to pass (“I haven’t been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote.”) Ultimately, when played in succession, the listener’s choice of camps is clear: Baby blue go-karts? Or fading in the dark? [email protected]
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