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A guided tour of the Leopoldmuseum in Vienna by an art historian who raved about Egon Schiele. That’s all it takes to start watching the biopic that was made of the famous Austrian painter a few years ago.

It’s an interesting movie. It’s well acted, somehow historically correct and it shows the complexity of the artist without really judging him. That said, it’s also quite superficial. And romantic. Egon Schiele was not a handsome guy, yet he’s interpreted by Noah Saavedra – who apart from being an actor also works as a model. This feels wrong. Like having Brad Pitt or so play Van Gogh. However, the guy does an excellent job by keeping you intrigued for the entire length of the movie. Same for Valerie Pachner, who plays his muse and (eternal) lover Wally.

It’s a love story really, but a good one. Without a happy end of course. They all die. And that’s not a spoiler. The title is referring to one of his most famous paintings. A painting which is quite disturbing, something this movie (unfortunately) never does. So Egon Schiele himself would probably not like it at all. But oh well, he died 100 years ago…

Pollock – **

Posted: December 19, 2017 in 2000, Art, biopic, Drama, USA, XX

Every time I see a Pollock at a museum, I pauze. It hasn’t always been like that. But the more I see them, the more I’m intrigued by them. Some of his paintings are just so overwhelming. And it all looks so easy. Put a canvas on the ground. And start splashing paint on it. In apparent random order. Why did nobody come up with that idea before?

So there is a movie about Jackson Pollock. A relatively recent one. From this century. (If that’s the definition of recent). Starring Ed Harris. And directed by Ed Harris. He must be a fan. It’s an okay movie. Also chronologically told. But the acting is good. That Marcia Gay Harden does deserve her Oscar. And Harris performs well. Pollock isn’t a particularly pleasant character. He’s, well, an alcoholic and crazy in the head. The prototype of every talented artist. But you do get to learn a bit more about him. And his life. And the art is very present.

Time to watch Frida, Mr Turner, Surviving Picasso, Basquiat, Modigliani, etc…

Multimedia artist Laurie Anderson reflects on her relationship with her beloved terrier Lolabelle. The imdb synopsis says it all. She reflects on a lot of other things as well and uses all kinds of different filming techniques from animation to camcorder shots to widescreen cinemascope images.

It’s something you may want to watch during a visit of a Modern Art museum, when it’s raining so much outside that you want to stay inside for a bit longer and decide to look at that video installation in the back room for its entire length. It’s also the kind of video installation you’d watch for five minutes in a modern art museum when the weather is nice outside and think: interesting, but I’d prefer to walk in the museum garden now.

As a movie experience it’s weird. As a piece of art it’s too long. As a personal story it’s great. The artist becomes 70 this year. She has a great voice. It’s nice to listen to her and name drop Kierkegaard and Wittgenstein as if they are names that everyone should be familiar with. Some of her thoughts are really interesting. Others just seem so trivial. But it doesn’t sound fake.

It’s not boring. It actually entertains. It’s just… weird.

Under The Skin – *

Posted: December 29, 2014 in 2013, Art, Science Fiction, UK, USA, X

Under The Skin is on a lot of best of-lists this year. For Scarlett Johansson sake: WHY?

Sure, she’s mesmerizing and she’s great to watch from beginning to end. Her natural curves are pleasing to the eye and her stare hypnotizes until the very last moment. But she’s the only reason why you would want to start (and finish) watching this artsy fartsy science fiction tale about an alien luring single men into a black void.

If it weren’t for her, the picture would only be shown in a very small room in a renowned but little visited Museum of Modern Art somewhere far far away. The LENTO in Linz or The CAAM in Las Palmas to name just two. A perfect hideaway from the rain outside and if they have comfortable sitting bags a great sleeping place after a late night partying.

Best movie of the year?  Get out of the movie theatre, reviewers all over the world, and go visit a museum for a change. There you might find unique video performances.

Great haunting film score though. Hence the *.

Two years ago, I visited the most interesting artist retrospective at the MOMA in New York. I hadn’t heard about Serbian performance artist Marina Abramovic before, but I was immediately fascinated by her work. I was really intrigued by the stuff she had done in the past, either on her own or during her 12 year relationship with fellow artist Ulay. Ms Abramovic was actually present during my visit. In fact, she was present for three full months. Not walking around in the retrospective rooms, but sitting on a chair in a huge hall close to the museum entrance. There she sat for three long months (going home after closing hours of course), on a chair, hardly moving, just waiting for the next person to come and sit in front of her. It was a weird spectacle. People waited for hours to just sit a bit in front of this 60something, attractive woman who hardly moved. And even more people looked at the whole experiment.

HBO decided to make a documentary about the event and the artist, which is now being released in selected cinemas in selected cities such as London. It’s a must for anyone who has seen the performance and a recommendation for anyone who’s interested in the build up to a crazy art performance and everything that happens around it.

The documentary is as fascinating as the art performances of Abramovic. It will lead to interesting discussions amongst those who’ve seen it. Is it a true depiction of an artist at the peak of her career or is it all scripted and staged? The truth lays somewhere in the middle. The cameras show Marina Abramovic as a confident, ambitious and level-headed woman, which contradicts to the image people might have of her during the performances she’s famed for. This is a woman who at one time carved a symbol in her belly, just for the sake of art. Or stood naked in a museum room with a table that contained all kinds of products visitors could use on her. Guests could tickle her with a feather or shoot her in the head with a gun. She ran against walls, physically bruising herself or filmed herself and her partner slap each other on the face continuously. None of that craziness shows in the documentary. You get to watch a pretty normal person, preparing for the most important performance of her career. Hey, you even see her in the kitchen making a pasta sauce! Real artists don’t make pasta! They smash it against the wall, lick it and film the whole thing. But it’s good to know artists are just human like everyone else.

The staging of the documentary however is obvious in all the cameo’s you see. The first half of the documentary focuses on the reunion of Marina Abramovic with Ulay. It almost feels like a romance story of two people who used to mean the world to each other, not only as lovers but also as an artistic duo, and meet after years of avoiding. The meeting was necessary, as part of the retrospective concerns Ulay too and he had to be at least consulted if his art could be at display. It’s normal that he is featured in this documentary and he has some interesting things to say. But many of the scenes they have together feel staged. It doesn’t harm the documentary, it just makes it less real. The second half of the movie focuses on the performance in New York. A great event that got a lot of buzz and had indeed people line up for hours to sit in front of the artist. Here as well some scenes feel staged, like the one where James Franco shows up or where a girl takes off her shirt. This might have happened without directorial intervention, but it just doesn’t feel like that.

There’s a scene in the movie were the MOMA curator says about The Artist Is Present-performance that it will be a failure if people consider the performance fake and not real. Well, according to the curator this documentary is a failure. But I still really liked it. I would have wanted to hear more about the artists who enacted her previous performances in the retrospective. You get to learn a bit about their selection and training, but that’s about it. And I also wanted to learn more about what Ulay is doing at the moment and what he’s really feeling, because even though he says he’s proud and impressed about the status of his former lover and partner, he did call her sarcastically the diva of performance art. Which Marina Abramovic is. Art critics and lovers will ridicule me for writing this, but the entire movie made me think of Truth Or Dare, the documentary about the build up to the Blond Ambition Tour of that other confident and ambitious artist Madonna, diva of commercial pop culture. That was an entertaining, funny, fascinating look at an artist at her peak as well, directed by someone else but staged by none other than the artist herself.