Jetflag
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- Jul 17, 2020
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A collegue of mine talked about this one, she said it was a very strange unique movie but somehow she liked it, sort of intriguing movie.
Without going into too much specific details,
It’s a movie about an top cook/ artist at the top of his game being so fed up at being at the whim of elitists, fanboys/groupies and critics, that he lost all joy in the art he is now bound too, and ends up creating "the menu" which takes each and every participant (including the staff and himself) though a series of live lessons and eventually murdering them all, including himself.
Its well-acted, original with a good story plot and ending. But it’s also neat and playful little piece of critique applicable to similar rotting elements in other artistic realms,
like our own, and on this forum.
Imagen being a successful (trance) artist and constantly:
- having to please the label bosses, festival organizers and other stakeholders who're for the most part only interesting in making buck and, as such, try to push you on every trend in the field most novel and, to them, profitable.
- having scores of attention seeking groupies interested in and scanning through every detail of you and your craft and exposing that to the world. dismantling every piece of magic and uniqueness associated with it.
- having to deal with article after article...post after post from relentless and well self-trained critics who will always, always find some ittipitty little detail to bemoan or point out in an impossible tantalus-ordeal , fuelled by self-righteousness and utterly over saturated tastebuds/eardrums... completely sucking away every bit of simple enjoyment for others and killing every bit of fulfilment for the artist in question.
and having that ultimately kill your love for the craft, death by a thousand cuts.
At the end credits I walked down-stairs feeling genuinly blessed that my livelihood is in no way bound to my hobby or music