Serge Daney on Catastrophe

A rough translation from Serge Daney in English:

Night of the Living Dead

We haven’t taken notice enough, in American cinema, of a tenacious and underground taste for the apocalypse. As if too much good conscience could only be carried through by bringing up the most definitive horrors – horrors which do not come without a certain pleasure, as clearly seen with DeMille (or with King in In Old Chicago or with Van Dyke in San Francisco), the filmmaker of the catastrophe and the accident, themes which gravity can impress and which productivity is not to be neglected since that on top of the photogenic destruction came the secondary benefits of revaluing the characters (at least those who survived) who, when reduced the state of rags, were more sublime and more human than ever. Great natural accidents but also ordeals largely-deserved by a futile humanity; it was so in DeMille’s movies and later in Hitchcock’s, or in these low budget Sci-Fi movies that were made suddenly possible towards 1950 by the idea of an atomic end, the abrupt mutations of a rebelling nature become absurd and monstrous, the ever so possible eradication of man, etc. (Five, Them!, Body Snatchers). And yet, there like elsewhere, the apocalypse disappointed, because men, stupid enough to deserve it, were also wise enough to stop it, opposing a united front from where – all differences having been erased – a feeling properly overwhelming of the human was coming to the light of day. Of the human as such, i.e. non-monstrous.

Cahiers du cinéma, issue 219, April 1970, [Serge Damey in English]‘s translation

Letters from the Apocalypse

The short essay on apocalyptic films I wrote for the “Prophets of Deceit” exhibition catalog is now online (and in print).

The Secret Life of Things

My past three months have been mostly consumed with finishing a new video for a show at the CCA Wattis in San Francisco called The Prophets of Deceit. The group exhibition, opening September 12, is curated by Magali Arriola, and is comprised of work having to do with the apocalypse. (Magali was one of the three curators behind The Backroom, a research-based gallery I participated in a few months ago.) My contribution to the show, a video essay titled The Secret Life of Things, concerns “last person on earth” films, a sci-fi sub-genre in which a person wakes up to find he or she is the last person alive in a given city. These kinds of movies have all sorts of variations, including zombie films, anti-nuclear films, amnesiac films, vampire films, etc. The project comes out of a blog entry I wrote several months ago having to do with René Clair’s 1924 silent short, Paris qui dort, which is probably the first naive prototype for the genre. (I see now that the title says “Part I,” I guess the video is part II. ) Right now I’m finishing up the final picture edit and moving on to mixing the sound. More updates in the next few weeks.

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