Neil Clark has less to contribute to the debate about the British government’s obligation to grant asylum to its Iraqi employees who are now in fear of their lives than the movie Clerks, in which the culpability of the contractors involved in building the Death Star in the original Star Wars trilogy is analysed in a manner both more coherent and more entertaining.
cinema
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Jul 07
Everything I needed to know, I learned from Mister Dance-Dance Roboto
Search engines will eventually be used for no other purpose than nostalgia. We’ll browse them like we would an old photo album, laughing and crying at the searches we requested in our youth, and occasionally rediscover sites and documents that were once important to us. We’ll share our searches with our grandchildren, who won’t understand what we’re talking about, since their entire memory set will already be fully indexed.
Here’s a case in point (and a useful segue) – I was searching for the string ‘tyranny’ and (re-)discovered the script of El Minotaur Blanco by Van Chootijaram.
It’s hard to describe El Minotaur Blanco. It’s a work of genius, but not the kind of genius that you’re thinking of. It’s postmodern, but in a postmodern way, which suggests that it may not be postmodern at all and I just don’t understand the word. It’s a western, but only in the way that Pearl Harbour was a classic (i.e. it wasn’t).
You can’t see this film, because it was never made (I hope). You can’t even read it, because you don’t know how to get in touch with Van Choojitarom (unless you email him like I did). You can’t even imagine it, because you’re only human (I’m making a lot of assumptions here). All you need to know is that this film contains – if he can be contained – one of the greatest characters I’ve ever read.
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