Monday, March 30, 2009
"Movie 75" by L; experimental performance piece
There are those pieces that lay us bare. Works of art so powerful, so profound, so raw that we critics drop our notepads, rare back from our keyboards, cup our gaping mouths and simply feel the artist. “Movie 75” is a beautiful and terrifying work. To critique such a piece does a disservice to the art world. For who can’t sense the isolation, the disappearing into oneself? Who can’t hear the senseless, guttural cries into the void? “Am I done?” the artist asks rhetorically at the end of the piece. Perhaps. That is, if this absurd mystery ever really began.