Sunday, July 06, 2003

Terminator 3 & other simulations. 

Went to see Terminator 3, in hopes of sneaking in after to The Italian Job, and blogging both. (I think that we're entitled to go from film to film until we get our money's worth). Screwed up big time, and unless I wanted to stalk around the theatre for almost two hours, The Italian Job would have to wait. So I ended up only seeing T3.

Which really sucked. How do the critics actually find anything of interest in these crappy movies? The only reason why I caved in and dragged my lazy ass there was because it got a decent rating with Rotten Tomatoes. If anyone cares, the movie is all about how we can't cheat our destiny; and that our destiny in terms of movies are dumb plot devices, shallow characters, lots of destruction, constant use of special effects, gimmicky dialog, super-hot chicks, hype, and overanxious critics - truly a rise of the machines.

So with the little money I had gone, the day only half over, and a huge hole in my soul; I finally went back to my other passion - books. In the bookstore I picked up a copy of Simulations by Jean Baudrillard. Don't feed dumb, I had never heard of him either before today. Well, holy G.Orwell brainf*ck, this French guy has taken existentialism right into our technology worshipping society with a vengeance. Here is an excerpt for ya, hold on tight:

“It is no longer a question of imitation, nor of reduplication, nor even of parody. It is rather a question of substituting signs of the real for the real itself, that is, an operation to deter every real process by its operational double, a metastable, programmatic, perfect descriptive machine which provides all the signs of the real and short-circuits all its vicissitudes. Never again will the real have to be produced – this is the vital function of the model in a system of death, or rather of anticipated resurrection which no longer leaves any chance even in the event of death. A hyperreal henceforth sheltered from the imaginary, and from any distinction between the real and the imaginary, leaving room only for the orbital recurrence of models and the simulated generation of difference.”
- Jean Baudrillard, Simulations

Exactly my point about all the sloppy writing I see – like cancer, it kills the truth that everything only resembles truth; by fetishizing and iconizing without any respect to its own function. It has no soul, only a superficial shell highly efficient at redirecting while appearing involved. (Like receiving long lists of internet sites when it's actually interpersonal relationships which are sought.) Everything, especially here inside the entertainment industry, is deferred to other events and situations in hopes of finding meaning, there’s no motivation except to look elsewhere. It's constantly referring to action externally; in other places, in the past, or in the future... can you say b-o-g-u-s?

This "creativity" wears a mask that proclaims *it* is the mask, and it *is* interesting; meanwhile hiding behind and protecting us from nothing. I have previously labeled this as dull, shallow, and self-indulgent; but it actually is much more menacing and important - because from first hand experience I know that it has no respect for the imagination, passion, or humor; leaves no room for new ideas; and has displaced our ability to honestly engage and appreciate each other.

Enough, I’ve got a book to read.

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