Compared
to Pulp Fiction, which managed to shape old material into new cinema
forms, he's [Tarantino] faithfully devoted himself to recreating
scenes from his favorite trash films frame-by-frame. --Tomohiro
Machiyama
The remix and the original. The copy and the doppelganger. Who is
who in a theater of sounds where any sound can be you? --Dj Spooky
The
Kill Bill films, with their relentless sampling of international
movie traditions—ranging from French New Wave to Hong Kong
kung fu, to Japanese samurai, to Italian spaghetti western—showcase
in an extreme form of filmmaking that openly acknowledges that art
is a mix of other texts and
styles. When so many films today proceed as if encumbered in an
elaborate and tangled harness, what to make of the raw confidence
and pleasure of Kill Bill? Tarantino recognizes this secret
truth: all movies are rip-offs of something else. They all borrow,
beg, and steal. They are an amalgamation, a mix, a sampling of others.
When Marshall McLuhan wrote that “the medium is the message,”
he was recognizing this simple truth that all stories are basically
recirculated stories, that it is merely the process and technology
of telling that changes. Tarantino openly acknowledges this, and
in some ways the Kill Bill films are fine examples of pastiche,
which according to theorist Fredric Jameson entails "the cannibalization
of all the styles of the past, the play of random stylistic allusion.”
For Jameson and other post-marxist critics writing in the 1980s
and 90s, this pastiche—which is different from parody because
it does not share parody’s subversive humor—is symptomatic
of the sickness of postmodernism, which rummages through history
and culture and in the process defangs it and makes it into just
another commodity.
What
Kill Bill does is reveal this raw process of sampling, a process
whose gestures and metaphors have for some time been associated
with music (sampling, mixing, peer to peer, file-sharing, etc.)
but have for too long been unacknowledged when it comes to film.
For it is true that some films are remakes, but all films are remakes
of reality. They all steal shots of the given world; they all sample
reality. And if there’s anything to lament about CGI and other
processes of
creating highly controlled alternate realities, it is that these
forms of special effects foreclose the possibility of the sheer
accident and chaos of reality. (This point is only driven home in
the bonus features of computer animated features like Monsters
Inc., where the outtakes only serve to create nostalgia for
the real and remind us that of course there are no outtakes as there
is nothing accidental in the film.) If Kill Bill steals
from other movies, it does so in the same way that you or I steal
from reality when we open our eyes.
In
a conversation with Matthew Shipp, theorist musician Dj Spooky said
that “Well, no one owns language. Language is language. Period.
And permutation is what makes it all happen. It's nice to have a
sense of humor about origin, since there is no real beginning, middle
or end.” This notion is further
developed in the brilliant new book by Dj Spooky, Rhythm Science
(MIT Press, 2004), where he writes that today’s “notion
of creativity and originality are configured by velocity: it is
a blur, a constellation of styles, a knowledge and pleasure in the
play of surfaces, a rejection of history as objective force in favor
of subjective interpretations of its residue, a relish for copies
and repetition.” Or, put more succinctly, today’s artist
is like the Dj, for whom “the selection of sound becomes narrative.”
Kill
Bill’s relentless mixing of other film styles, traditions,
and genres is testament to this logic of mixing, which values creativity
not so much in the invention of new stories (impossible) but rather
in the selection, arrangement, and modification of existing stories
and images. It’s not that Kill Bill is the first
pastiche movie, but rather perhaps that it so unabashedly acknowledges
its status as a mix film. More significantly, Kill Bill
does not need to be read as irony or parody or homage for it to
work; without apology it samples, rearranges, and makes something
new. In so doing it recognizes that it is in the arrangement of
pre-existing texts that new texts are created, and that the new
auteur director is akin to a Dj, mixing together existing
samples to create difference.
It
is difficult today to talk solely about content in any meaningful
way: whether a film is pro this or pro that, whether it is too violent
or not violent enough, whether or not it endorses the correct worldview.
It’s not that content no longer matters, but rather that film
consumers are increasingly involved in shaping the narratives they
consume. Meaning is just another special effect. It is as easily
dissected as a camera shot or a CGI sequence. Whether it be clicking
through the
internet, or managing and arranging downloaded and swapped songs,
or manipulating the sequence of a film on DVD, or making and editing
their own, or choosing characters, perspectives, and attributes
in video games, film viewers are increasingly involved in the creation
and arrangement of stories. Read in this light, the Kill Bill
is not about anything other than its own status as a hijacker of
other films, which were themselves hijackers of other texts. And
we are all hijackers of reality.
In
many ways last year’s Masked and Anonymous is a companion
piece to Kill Bill: both are films that operate openly
on the level of theory, both are concerned with the use to which
old forms can be put. Masked and Anonymous owes less to
other movies than to the tradition of Roland Barthes and Walter
Benjamin, especially his posthumously published Arcades Project,
a labyrinthine, fragmented
collection of notes, observations, and aphorisms about departments
stores, advertising, photography, Marx, railways, world exhibitions,
to name just a few. Always threatening to spin out of control, the
Arcades (written on and off during the 1920s and 30s) is a
collision of quotations and commentaries that is a product of the
alienating tendencies of capitalism that it sought to critique.
Apart from all that Arcades is a fun and dangerous read,
and one that—in its hypertextual, fragmented style—offers
premonitions of our current mix culture.
It’s
perhaps no surprise that Masked and Anonymous was so vehemently
rejected on all sides: Dylan purists hated seeing their god shuffling
around the movie on a human level, while those who always disliked
Dylan anyway saw it as further evidence of his hypocritical detachment
from the very System that has made his fame possible. But the movie
will surely outlast these easy dismissals and grow in fame as a
testament to the possibility of downright strangeness in an era
when there is so little patience for the obscure and oblique. This
isn’t to say that Masked and Anonymous is some cheap
art-house excuse for poor storytelling, but rather that, like the
Kill Bill films, it’s an experimental film. It is a movie
whose dialogue is almost entirely aphoristic, proverbial. In the
tradition of Walter Benjamin, Roland Barthes, Thedor Adorno, and
Greil Marcus, the writing in Masked and Anonymous recognizes
that truth lies in the in-between moments, the pauses between lines,
the collision of ideas and utterances. Here is a random sampling
of lines spoken in the film by various characters:
[Human beings] build hospitals as shrines for the diseases they
create.
They’re all religious wars.
No one is virtually free. You’re either free or you’re
not free.
Everybody’s doing the killing now. Everybody’s
doing the dying.
Happiness can’t be pursued.
When you come right down to it, there are only two races:
workers and bosses.
People are impressed by people who win things.
One sad cry of pity. In a town without pity.
Keeping people from being free is big business.
Both
Kill Bill and Masked and Anonymous are further
evidence that the old distinctions between avant garde
and mainstream cinema no longer have any meaning today. Everyone
is an auteur, and there is no unified media system against
which an avant garde might define itself. Masked and
Anonymous’ experimentalism—its rejection of proscriptive
dialogue in favor of aphorism and ambiguity—reminds us that
experimental work can emerge from the most unexpected of places.
In this way, too, the Kill Bill films and Masked and
Anonymous are companion pieces: the radical pastiche and flattening
of history in Kill Bill is balanced by the strong political
dimension of Masked and Anonymous, which offers a horrifying
portrait of a possible America, or even an America which is already
emerging.
Dear
reader, our dark question is this: what will be the payback for
our voracious pillaging and reworking of reality? The mix culture
that Dj Spooky describes in Rhythm Science is a potentially
utopian one. “Play with the recognizability of texts and see
what happens,” he writes. And yet, we live with the perpetual
knowledge that, as it has always been, the real might very well
strike back and lay waste to our appropriations. Reality is the
ultimate remixer. In David Cronenberg’s film eXistenZ,
the revolutionary Realist played by Jude Law confronts the virtual
reality game designer at the end of the film. Before shooting him
dead he asks him: “Don’t you think the world’s
greatest game artist ought to be punished for the most effective
deforming of reality?” A film like Kill Bill—with
its relentless mixing of texts which themselves are third or fourth
generation remixes of previous texts—reveals to us a new level
in the deformation of a reality which shall not remain forever subjugated.
--
Nicholas Rombes
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Nicholas Rombes is an associate professor of English
at the University of Detroit Mercy, where he teaches classes in
film and literature, and were he co-founded the Electronic Critique
Program (www.e-crit.com).
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