What is it? – My Impression

From the film "What is it?" by Crispin Glover - Copyright Crispin Glover

The movie “What is it?” it and this is a big swing could be described briefly as an absurdist look at control, reality, good, evil, normal, and abnormal. My take on this surreal jaunt into dislocation is that this may very well be a synopsis of how Crispin Glover might see the media, its role, and its effect. You should stop reading here if you are going to see this film!

Simply put, the movie looks at layers of control, of who is really at the top and what is the ultimate outcome on those below. This begins with the “pearl” in the clamshell as our true earthly power; he is the majority shareholder of the corporation. Naked and twisted and without visible authority, others are acting on his behalf. Those others are weak, ineffectual monkey mask-wearing slaves crawling in and out of their holes, making offerings to the corporate benefactor; these are the producers, studio chiefs, and CEO. Next in line is the Director, played by Crispin Glover. The fur-clad dude who, when required, will bow down to the corporate chieftain but more typically surrounds himself with yes-men and women waiting for him to take an interest.

The succession of power continues to flow downstream as our Director, from afar, seems to control the actions of our main characters, an ensemble of Down Syndrome people Crispin has brought onto the silver screen. With the same voyeuristic intensity and curiosity, we stare at the details, guiltily we can’t help but study their disfigurement, and we hang on to their utterances, which, for the most part, are incoherent. The analogy here is I think Crispin is showing us our idols, our Hollywood stars, himself.

Finally, at the bottom of this ladder are the snails. Those things move too slowly to escape even the slow reactions of these Down Syndrome characters who have ultimate control over and exercise that control over the snails through acts of childish, innocent cruelty. Not really aware of how cruel but damaging to the point of killing that thing which they hold close momentarily.

The message ends up being that the twisted corporate grotesque figure who emerges from luxury plays back a repeating message of ignorance, which he himself helped create but is now forced to repeat again and again. The Director pushes his actors to be the spectacle so that the audience is under its grip while, through their own innocence, poisoning and thus killing those who have no voice below them – the masses, the spineless audience.

Thus, the film is a mirror of corporate control pushing an agenda of stupidity via its studio, who use its Directors to create the spectacle where we are forced to watch these celebrities even as they unwittingly destroy us (our intellect) with their banality and apparent innocence.

As for some of the Nazi symbolism, my take here is that symbology used for control we construe as good or bad, and as the swastika is typically a negative, Crispin short circuits us by throwing a symbol we immediately identify as evil. I believe the intent here is to make the audience think about how they see these symbols. The swastika behind the image of Shirley Temple is a perfect juxtaposition where we can annoy ourselves with the merging of the ugly and the cute, but what he really shows us is that if we replace the swastika with a dollar sign, then the image and symbology is acceptable. While Hollywood doesn’t overtly use the dollar sign, it effectively does so in its use of designer clothing, expensive cars, well-furnished homes, and the gratuitous display of a wealthy lifestyle that smacks of dollars. Hence, our image of wholesomeness isn’t questioned when we look at the brute force induction of our senses into consumerism, but in the dark world of Crispin’s view, you see the naked aggressiveness of symbolic manipulation for what it is – ugly manipulation meant to make you squirm.

The Johnny Rebel song is another bone in the film that rattled a few cages. For me, this is a brilliant use of song to demonstrate institutionalized hatred. Crispin has the guts or luck to have stumbled upon using this to tell his audience that yes, we use stereotypes, ones that are meant to infuriate, but that we can package it into parody or use it in such a way that you won’t understand precisely what and why it was used, but there is this undercurrent of hatred that can and is used for the sake of manipulation, but do you really care enough to speak up?

The role of god is played by Shirley Temple. God floats in the form of a doll on clouds aloft to calm the artist as conflicts with the desires of the corporate vision interfere with the Director. If, as you watch this film, you replace the images on the chair of Shirley Temple and swastikas with that of Jesus and dollar signs, you may better understand the context of the idol, symbol, meaning, emotional suspense, and intellectual manipulation, both here for shock value and as used subliminally by mainstream media.

The man in blackface is the ego of our audience. Vulgar in his appearance not only due to the blackface, which is sure to offend, but because he wants to look like everyone else, and if urbanized invertebrate is what is ‘in’ at the moment, so shall he become it. He is reducing himself to be as insignificant as the snail – using makeup, injections, desire, and possibly other means to become the idealized version of what he thinks he should be instead of coming to be and knowing one’s real or true self.

The movie does not come over this cleanly; it is rough, raw, in a sense violent, pornographic, and quite disturbing, I’m sure, to many people who may stomach its entire 90 minutes. Oh, and this is part one of a trilogy.

I liked the movie; it is engaging, and it may even possess elements of genius. This first impression and attempt at interpretation might very well be way off, no matter though, as, at a minimum, I believe Crispin presents this film for the sake of his audience to ask the question represented by its title, “What is it?”. No doubt, this film is a genuine peek into the imagination of a thinking artist who definitely has more to say than the scripted silliness that has been piped through him in big studio roles that are less than what an artist may earnestly want to portray.

Thanks to the management of the Loft Cinema in Tucson for taking this on, and thanks to Crispin Glover for taking the time to visit Arizona and show us his new film. Good luck watching it; better luck figuring out what it is.

View the trailer or visit Crispin Glover’s website at www.crispinglover.com

Above image Copyright Crispin Glover

Crispin Glover – What is it?

Crispin Glover in Tucson, Arizona at the Loft Cinema showing his new film, What is it?

This evening in Tucson, Arizona, we were treated to a screening of Crispin Glover’s self-made independent film, “What is it?”. Crispin was on hand for a pre-screening slide show and reading from his books before he launched his movie onto the audience. A difficult film for some, confusing for others, but an engaging curiosity for seemingly all who attended.

Read my review here.

Big Steak

Waitress about to take our order at Pinnacle Peak Steak House in Scottsdale, Arizona

Our waitress appears as a blur as my eyes glaze over in anticipation of the 32-ounce behemoth steak I am about to order from Pinnacle Peak Steak House in Scottsdale, Arizona. After so many years, the steak is the same, but the development of million-dollar homes surrounding this at one time far away outpost has taken away some of its allure – the tragedy that is the nature of development in a state where history, atmosphere, and livability has little value in light of increased property tax revenue.

32 ounces of steak from the Pinnacle Peak Steak House in Scottsdale, Arizona

Dinner is served.

Mother-in-law Comes to Town!

Jutta Engelhardt standing in front of Memory Lane near Gleeson, Arizona

This is my mother-in-law; her name is Jutta Engelhardt. She lives in Frankfurt, Germany. In the middle of May, if all goes well, Caroline and I will pick her up at the Phoenix Airport. This will be her longest visit yet with us, about six weeks.

Soon after her arrival, we are scheduled to leave on a cross-country road trip. On previous visits, we have visited Yosemite National Park, Monterey, and Carmel, California; Las Vegas; the Grand Canyon twice; Chaco Culture in New Mexico, Monument Valley, and Tombstone, Arizona; hiked in Zion National Park; and made snow angels at White Sands National Monument. More recently, we visited Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks, New Orleans, and the Everglades, snorkeling in the Florida Keys, drove the Blue Ridge Parkway, visited the Great Smokey Mountains National Park, where we hiked a short distance of the Appalachian Trail, been to Graceland, and Hot Springs National Park which is also the childhood home of President Bill Clinton.

This road trip has had more than 100 hours of planning go into the itinerary and looks like this: Drive hard and fast from Phoenix to Albuquerque, New Mexico, next day drive 825 miles to about 100 miles outside of St. Louis, Missouri. On the third day, we drive 846 miles to Ashtabula, Ohio, visiting Hermann, Missouri on the Missouri River, and the St. Louis Arch before passing over old highway 40 through Indianapolis and Cleveland.

On the third day of the trip, our sightseeing really begins as we slow down for the next two weeks. The first stop is Niagara Falls and a night in Buffalo, New York, followed by a visit to Ithaca along the Finger Lakes, then onto Vermont, New Hampshire, and then New Bedford, Massachusetts to visit the Whaling Village. Down the coast to Mystic Seaport before entering New Jersey for a visit to New York City to see Central Park and the Empire State Building.

Next, we take an early morning tour of the Statue of Liberty and visit the Amish area of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, followed by Washington, D.C., over Deleware and the Chesapeake Bay to Chincoteague and south to Nags Head, Kitty Hawk, and Cape Hatteras. We begin our trip back west with tours of the area south of the Great Smokey Mountains, continuing onwards towards Nashville to catch the Natchez Trace Parkway. After a couple of hundred miles on the Trace, we again drive west across Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, into New Mexico, and finally back to Arizona.

Over the remaining weeks, we tentatively plan on visiting Santa Barbara and the Channel Islands, a train ride on the old Cumbres & Toltec steam train from New Mexico into Colorado, and finally, a possible return visit to Las Vegas.