A heartbroken Prince once remembers all about his sweet past with the then student Diana, whose real name was Sarasamma. It was upon her father's request that Prince came up with the new name for his prospective sweetheart. As Diana grew to be talented and a beautiful woman, Prince strived to the fullest to bring her to the silver screen. As fame, followed by a sense of ungratefulness begins to rack in, Diana publicly disowned Prince, which made him an object of heavy ridicule in front of his people. It was that humiliation which pitted Prince to go all out against his former love interest.
Ring Master is certainly not different from what Dileep used to do. But compared to his last few outings Ringmaster has more humor, less heroism and some sensible preaching statements. I am someone who enjoyed the Dileep starrer My Boss and for me this movie was slightly above my expectation.
There\u2019s room for exploring. We\u2019re not just word people, you know? We\u2019re not just word beings. There\u2019s to the way our minds work, and so it\u2019s interesting to purposefully create space for non-linguistic, non-discursive ways of experiencing. And not just through directly experiencing the world, but through working with media in that same way.
Think about distributing it as an audio-only piece and those problems are there because when you\u2019re listening to audio, you don\u2019t have this sense that it\u2019s the only thing you should be doing, unless you\u2019re in a concert hall. You\u2019re listening to it while doing such-and-such. I\u2019m glad that we do have the image component, but it\u2019d be interesting to know how many people who are watching the film online are also monitoring their Twitter feed while doing it (laughter). I\u2019m wondering to what extent people are turning everything off and putting it on full screen mode. And one\u2019s experience of any piece is obviously rewarded by doing only that.
Having come into that world without a background in film\u2026 I mean, I had done work as an audio technician in various ways, recording music, mixing music, doing CD mastering, working in Chicago public radio, making radio programs, and doing live broadcasts and blah blah blah. I had some sense of how to work in audio but not any training in how to do soundtrack for a movie. I had blissfully approached that without a sense of what conventions I was either making use of or not making use of.
And I was like, wow, that really crystallized everything. I\u2019m really interested in hearing that mic. What was that mic made out of? Who made that mic? Everything about the history of that mic is part of what\u2019s in every shot. That\u2019s part of the movie to me. Ideally, everything is important or something to think about or think with.
Not to harp on Leviathan but the sounds that came out of those GoPro cameras were pretty mindblowing. That\u2019s why I wanted to stick with them. They were harsh and noisy but very detailed in their noise, it was like whoa. On a different level, looking again to these older films, Manakamana. It was recorded by Stephanie Spray with just a stereo microphone in a gondola. It was just beautifully done and it was just this pair of mic capsules in a gondola. Hearing a radio playing in a village that they\u2019re passing over, or the birds that are down below\u2014all this depth and detail came through in that recording.
Just as a tangent to what we were talking about a minute ago, the fact that people asked about foley or were convinced there was foley in Manakamana has to do with the sort of distrust of the soundtrack that people who see movies learn; you assume that what you\u2019re hearing isn\u2019t from what you\u2019re seeing because that\u2019s how you know movies are made. That\u2019s a bit of a tragedy. Maybe that\u2019s a bit of an overstatement, but people learn not to trust the soundtrack. The soundtrack is exempt from the point of nonfiction.
Marshall Gu: For headphones only; the intimacy and strangeness get lost in the air. The songs that make up A Year Closer are not so much \u2018songs\u2019 as they are peeking through windows into a suburban home. The residents aren\u2019t there, so they go about their business, sometimes muttering to themselves and singing in a way that makes it feel like these songs aren\u2019t for you to hear, they\u2019re for them. Little snatches of tune you hum to yourself in the shower, or while making bread. Opener \u201CThe Mask Isn\u2019t Working\u201D is the creak of hardwood floors and inaudible words until near the end where a man says the title\u2019s words aloud, and so the title A Year Closer expands into its full unstated version: A Year Closer to Death. And everything afterwards carries an ominous weight. \u201CEvery step I take draws me closer to the ground,\u201D a woman says clearly on \u201CWork Last Monday\u201D while her husband enjoys his old American folk records, \u201CSomething is going to break soon.\u201D But I like this album more in theory than I do execution, as if someone took The Hissing of Summer Lawns very literally. 1e1e36bf2d