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Prometheus

You’ve likely read many reviews already of Prometheus, reviews that are far more comprehensive in taking apart its many inconsistencies/plot holes/logic gaps. After reviewing so many of them myself, I’m convinced that I have little to add, despite the film being a bountiful harvest of such things.

But if you haven’t heard them before, here are a few:

The film ends exactly where it begins. Character motivation is manic and unpredictable. Dramatic scenes are clunky and result-oriented. A cheap theme is stated and restated constantly without any investigation of what the question actually means. The narrative relies both on creationism and evolution in order to work. Flamethrowers shouldn’t be able to work on a surface of a planet that has no oxygen.

These are all, of course, frustrating for a viewer trying to follow a coherent narrative. They’re fun to make light of and take apart. So then why do I feel so utterly disturbed by what I saw? Why is my reaction so strong, so vitriolic?

There’s plenty of successful entertainment that’s mindless and careless. What makes Prometheus different from Battleship, or a Transformers movie? What makes it so different, so much more frightening than those films? And why should we consider Prometheus a warning sign about the future of movies? I’ve been thinking about this a lot in the past 36 hours. Because the film scares the hell out of me, it really does, and not at all for the reasons the filmmakers intended.

Human beings are pattern-seeking creatures, and while I don’t think we’re always seeking harmony and balance, I do think part of what makes us who we are is our ability to organize, consciously or not, our thoughts and emotions. Categorize and differentiate. And this goes for mundane utilitarian ways of thinking as it does for our ways of creating and maintaining the meaning in our lives. I’m talking about emotional meaning, spiritual meaning. We create our truth, our right and wrong, through a development of instinct, through juxtaposition, difference, the inherent comparison that comes with an empathetic response.

It’s why stories can be thrilling, images haunting, emotions telling. Our ability to distinguish makes great storytellers and a great audience.

Prometheus’s narrative and thematic incoherence is a threat to film and art everywhere. Just think. It had to go through a long process and a lot of people to get to the screen.  Why didn’t anyone, during all this time, stand up and say “Hey, this doesn’t really make any sense.”? Why didn’t any of the reviewers call the filmmakers out on their bullshit? Why didn’t the audience walk out when confronted with such brazen incompetence? When tremendous problems exist in halfway serious movies, when they’re allowed to fly under the radar by not only the people who make them, but by the people who watch them, it lowers our expectations, our standards for art and culture and, ultimately, I think, meaning. The search for meaning is not easy, and although we might not ask a lot from our entertainment, Prometheus is not presenting itself as just entertainment. It’s venturing out in the cold, hard world of thematically rich and existentially engaging cinema, and it can only survive if we allow it. 

Every film sets their own internal logic from the very beginning, develops its own vocabulary, and when a film fails to follow its own rules through sheer negligence (and NOT as a deliberate choice), we have to stand up and say “YOU CAN’T FUCKING GET AWAY WITH THIS SHIT. THIS DOES NOT WORK. THIS NOT A SCENE. THIS IS NOT FILMMAKING.” If we don’t, not only will our mass entertainment be mindless, but so will our halfway interesting genre movies, our indie films, everything. A whole generation of people will grow up with this stuff, reference it, make their own homages signifying nothing.

This is not a just a message for filmmakers, but for anyone who cares about the moving image: be alert, be substantive, and be BRUTAL. We have to push back against this kind of thoughtlessness, this kind of narrative dissonance. We need to work harder to develop and maintain our perspective on the world, not just the particularities of what we believe but also how we articulate it, how we relate it to the world. We should expect more of ourselves, and more of our films.

"Meditations: Supper" at Woods Hole!

“Meditations: Supper” will appear at the 21st Annual 2012 Woods Hole Film Festival in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, held from Saturday, July 28th – Saturday, August 4, 2012. It is the oldest independent film festival on Cape Cod and the Islands.

From their website: “The Woods Hole Film Festival is an eight day showcase of independent film featuring daily screenings, workshops, panel discussions, staged readings, special events, parties, awards ceremony and more.”

For all of our supporters in New England, we’ll have more information on the exact screening time and place, and where to buy tickets.

Thanks for your support!

Cine Gear Expo Screening Tomorrow

Hello friends,

If you’re based in Los Angeles and missed our last screening of “Meditations: Supper”, you have a second chance at the Cine Gear Expo Screening series on May 31st. We’ll be in competition with four other shorts and we’d love to see you there!

It will be at The Studios at Paramount in Screening Room #5 at 7pm. You can buy tickets here: http://stores.homestead.com/GearExpo/StoreFront.bok

Hope to see you there!

"Moonrise Kingdom" - Meringue for Dinner

A few years ago, when I saw “Darjeeling Limited”, I expressed my concern that Wes Anderson was in danger of being entombed in his own aesthetic. I was wrong about that. By that point, he had not even reached his full potential, and he’s spent the past five years or so carefully crafting and refining the Anderson touch - carefully composed (and often symmetrical) mise en scene and camera movements, deadpan, reserved interactions (I call it “scenes delivered by telegram”), a delightful sense of wonder and whimsy (restrained wholly within production design and costume), and a pretty good sense of humor. I was wrong to think that he was pursuing a dead end, getting fat and comfortable in his own little indie world. I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong. “Moonrise Kingdom” is the apex of his aesthetic achievement. It really does tickle your senses. It’s sense of design and choreography is first rate, masterful even, and I’m sure it’s giving filmmakers everywhere a nice fat boner.

This makes it all the harder to admit how the movie is his biggest failure to date. For while he’s spent years and years perfecting the visual signature by which he tells stories, he’s allowed the emotional core of those stories to fester and rot away. How telling is it that a coming-of-age film about two young people running away together is so completely divorced of the romanticism that it’s supposed to evoke? We’re told the emotional facts of the film without earning them for ourselves: “These two are in love. It was love at first sight. They’re outcasts. No one likes them. Oh, wait, now they like them. They’ve had a sudden and completely earned change of heart.” We’re told this in deadpan dialogue, shown this in expertly crafted cinematography and production design, but never allowed the risk of experiencing it for ourselves. “Moonrise Kingdom” is supposed to have heart, but instead we’re greeted with a quirky drawing of a heart followed by a caption of what the heart is experiencing (drawn in nice calligraphy). It’s a nice drawing and everything but feels like nothing more than exercise.

Wes Anderson is fast becoming the pastry chef of filmmakers, with a certain talent for meringue, long served as a dessert, that we’re supposed to make a whole meal out of. It doesn’t matter how delightfully sinful and well crafted that meringue is. Someone ought to scold him and tell him that vegetables are part of a balanced diet, that they’re nourishing, that they’re fucking essential to feeling full and healthy. Someone ought to be the adult around here.

"Meditations: Supper" at NFMLA

It’s a been a big past couple of months for the Meditations series.

Last week, on May 14th, “Meditations: Supper” premiered at the New Filmmakers LA screening series. It was a pretty remarkable event. Take a look at some pictures from the event.

Jonathan Ade (writer/director), Alexander Paul (cinematographer), Michael Condro (UCLA researcher), Sylvia Loehendorf (actress), Ray Chao (producer)

Jonathan Ade (writer/director) and Alexander Paul (cinematographer)

Jonathan Ade (distracted) and Alexander Paul (confused)

Jonathan Ade (writer/director), Sylvia Loehndorf (actress), Alexander Paul (cinematographer)

"Meditations: ItsOkayItsOkay" begins its fundraising campaign

Hello friends!

We’ve officially begun the fundraising campaign for the third film in the Meditations series. Despite being one of our simpler stories, “ItsOkayItsOkay” remains our most logistically complex challenge to date. We could really use your support!

Thanks,
Jonathan 

Thoughts on Steve Jobs

My First Apple

When I was a child, I really thought my future was with computers. I remember receiving a big, beige PC for my birthday and doing a book report about Steve Wozniak, who for some reason I thought was the only Steve that mattered (perhaps the scope of the book was a little skewed). I was really into computers at that age, so much so that with a pair of oversized glasses and a complete disinterest in the outdoors, I fairly resembled the archetypal nerdy outcast. For a while I thought that was what I was going to be when I grew up. Not an engineer (I was developing a distaste for math even then), but something where the computer would be the focus of my world.

Computer as career path; not a strange thought for the child in the mid-90s. It’s only now how silly that seems, considering how much the computer forms the cornerstone of our lives. How it revolutionized how we interact with one another, how it nearly (or in some cases, completely) replaced multiple major avenues of communication, entertainment, commerce, information, you name it. But it’s really now, looking back on the career that I’ve actually chosen, how the computer has played a significant role in human expression and artistry. And the center of that is Apple, its hardware, software and major driving force: Steve Jobs.

I believe that Jobs understood that, if computers were to become an actual revolution in the daily lives of individuals, they would have to evolve as effortless extensions of human beings. The technology would have to catch up to that dream, but you would have to be able to “play” (which I mean in the divine sense) with your computer as a violinist plays with their instrument, as a painter interacts with the brush. The goal was the shortest and simplest step between thought and expression.

When I saw the iPad for the first time, I wasn’t terribly impressed. It seemed like a bigger, less portable iPhone. Until I realized that an iPad wasn’t just another device. It was a COMPUTER. It was a permanent step in that evolution that started with a keyboard, continued with a mouse, and finally landed with the physical gesture. I realized all computers will someday be this, and our way of interacting with them, expressing ourselves through them, will have changed forever.

As a filmmaker and editor I always fantasized that editing would someday resemble the technology seen in the science-fiction film Minority Report: moving clips and timelines around with effortless ease, like a painter in broad stroke. An art form that wouldn’t slow down when you wanted to speed up, that would ebb and flow to your inspiration. Though we’re not there yet, I believe Apple has pointed the way to making this fantasy real.

Sure, Avid existed long before Final Cut Pro, but FCP was the program where I really learned the craft of editing, developed a voice in construction, recognized visual juxtaposition and earned my instinct for storytelling. Final Cut Pro was not a perfect program (and still isn’t), yet its very availability and accessibility dwarfed Avid as a system that unleashed human expression. When I first learned Avid, I always thought of it as archaically keyboard-based, like MS-DOS, versus Final Cut Pro’s mouse-centric operation. I realize now how important that is. It points the way to the future: nonlinear editing with your hands.

I could have certainly learned other programs, used other interfaces, found other ways to make films as I saw them. But the effect of Apple’s products, the warmth and humanity they found through sheer simplicity! Jesus. I think the effect they had on my work is largely incalculable.

Though I was just a kid, I feel a little ashamed to say I thought Steve Wozniak was the genius behind Apple. He certainly had the technical know-how, but the vision belonged exclusively to another Steve, one who I admire greatly, and thank sincerely and deeply for his untraceable gift to my development as a filmmaker.


You’ll be missed.

“Meditations: Supper” is complete!
Over the next year, I will begin the process of sending it to film festivals across the world. If you’d like to see it before it becomes publicly available online, send me a message: jonathan.ade@…

“Meditations: Supper” is complete!

Over the next year, I will begin the process of sending it to film festivals across the world. If you’d like to see it before it becomes publicly available online, send me a message: jonathan.ade@gmail.com

Many thanks to the fantastic cast, crew and donors who made the film possible!

Jonathan

"Meditations: Man in Water" Now Available Online!

Hello friends,

“Meditations: Man in Water” has finished its festival run! It appeared on the following programs:

Los Angeles, CA - Film Independent’s Cinema Lounge

Carbondale, IL - 33rd Annual Big Muddy Film Festival

Brooklyn, NY - Recession Art Show’s Emerging Filmmakers Showcase

Lorton, VA - Clifton Film Festival *Winner - Best Editing*

The film will now be available to view on JonoKino.com. It’s recommended that you click through to watch the film in HD, and that you listen either through headphones or good speakers.

“Meditations: Supper” is weeks away from completion. Stay tuned for details.

Many thanks!

Jonathan

Orientation: “The Tree of Life”

A Gift

Terrence Malick’s “The Tree of Life” cannot be evaluated as one might evaluate most films. Because, unlike most films, “The Tree of Life” is not simply one that you pay money to see. It is, like so few and rare of films, a gift. A gift in intention and, properly oriented, a gift in reception as well. When someone offers you an unexpected gift, you do not evaluate, you do not lambast, you do not challenge, for its very gesture is a loving expression of thought, a challenge to see the giver anew.

“The Tree of Life” finds itself in this category easily, as if the director himself wandered in from a storm and offered you his overcoat. The intention behind the film is clear from the very beginning, and its visual language is that of deep, thoughtful prayer.  The first thing you see is the slowly churning lantern of a light organ (similar to the one that is playing nonstop at LACMA - whenever you feel inclined), and at that moment, you understand that your approach to watching movies was completely wrong. You’ve grown so cynical, so critical of what films don’t do, that you’ve forgotten what they can do. 

And so, “The Tree of Life” is a gift, a reminder. “Yes, of course. THAT’S why.” When I left the theater with Charles, we both felt like being thrust into reentry of the world. The film is a primer in that it re-calibrates how you listen and how you see. It’s what I’ve always hoped synagogue would do for me but never could. Perhaps the Rabbi should have stopped talking altogether.

“The Tree of Life” is less of a straightforward story and more of an endlessly rewarding detective piece. The more that’s uncovered, the more the film softly burrows into you. It slips around in time a fair amount (as if time had no boundaries whatsoever), but most of it takes place in the 1950s, where Jack is one of three boys in a loving, complicated family. It moves to current day, where adult Jack is adrift and haunted by the death of his brother. And it moves to the beginning of life on earth, and the birth of the universe. In no particular order.

The scope is tremendous. “The Tree of Life” manages to do what even Kubrick couldn’t in “2001”: to draw threads between the intimacy of human experience and the grand ineffable cosmos. Immediate and universal, the very big and the very small. “The Tree of Life” addresses that divide and seeks to bridge it. Every whispered voiceover (Malick’s cinematic scar tissue) is a prayer and a question.

When we left the theater, after a long time, Charles meekly said, as if he was trying to relearn how to speak altogether, “There are… I guess there are no words…” And we nodded to each other. To be touched by cinema is to see the world, yours and others, as completely the same. Only a gift can do this. Don’t mistake “The Tree of Life” for anything less.

"Man in Water" at Recession Art's Emerging Filmmakers Showcase

Good news!

“Meditations: Man in Water” has been accepted to the Recession Art’s Emerging Filmmaker Series in New York City. This is the third festival for “Man in Water”, joining the Film Independent Cinema Lounge in Los Angeles and the 33rd Annual Big Muddy Film Festival in Carbondale, Illinois.

Stay tuned for more news. The date of the screening is set for May 4th in Brooklyn, New York. Specifics to come!

From their website:

Recession Art is an organization devoted to helping emerging artists show and sell their work while giving collectors of all incomes an opportunity to buy original work at affordable prices. We aim to break open the traditional gallery model and make showing, buying, and enjoying art more accessible for people who have been hit by the recession. We believe that we can start our own art stimulus plan today!”

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