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Avatar was not the most important film of 2009. Transformers 2 was.

Tonight, there’s a good chance that Avatar will win a host of Oscars. When trying to figure out why, it seems there are two main explanations. Firstly, in a strange, circular logic, the Academy will confer honours on the film so that the Academy itself is seen as both relevant and populist. Dismiss ‘the most successful film of all-time’ (itself a dubious claim) and the Hollywood elite will seem out of touch and snobby.

Secondly, it’s because the film is seen as ushering in a new age in the medium, introducing the world to the wonders of 3D and its capacity to immerse audiences within a story with a never-before sense of immediacy.

But, when it comes to marking out the possibilities of storytelling available to us in the future, Avatar wasn’t the most important film of last year. Oh no, dear readers. When considering which film marked out a direction for North American film and culture, the moist important movie of last year was Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

First, if you haven’t seen the film – and I’m willing to be that a good slice of you refused purely on principle – you first really need to read this summary on Topless Robot, partly because it’s both the best description of the film I’ve found, but also because one of the funniest things I’ve ever read.

Then, consider the following points, in which I make the case that while Avatar simply repeats the values and ideas of the past, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is a paragon of both postmodern film and culture:

  • Avatar signaled the distinction between its ‘good’ and ‘evil’ sides with extremely clear-cut visual clues: the hard, grey steel of humanity versus the soft, blue flesh of the Na’vi. There could be no confusion over who you were supposed to root for because the aesthetics of the film were part of the frame of establishing good and evil (as happens in many films).
  • Transformers 2, by contrast, was shot in such a manner that fights between the robots made them indistinguishable. The only way you could tell the difference was when the action slowed so that you could see a robot delivering a final blow to another robot. Put another way, you were witness to the method through which your sympathies were aesthetically constructed through camerawork, perspective, editing etc. In Transformers 2, there is no essential distinction between good and evil; it is constructed for you as you watch the film.
  • Avatar’s characters may generally be thin and one-dimensional, but they serve a particular function in the film that coheres within the film’s world. The ‘hot college student’ Decepticon, on the other hand, does not; her presence is largely inexplicable. More generally, the protagonists of Transformers: ROTF are there to fulfill a structural role so that the loose narrative of the film may move toward its final goal: the production of spectacle. But just as importantly, the protagonists exist as secondary to the structure that produces the spectacle, namely, the film itself. To translate that into theory-speak: it isn’t the human individual who is the basis of truth or reality; it is the systems of truth and discourse that produce the individual. Transformers 2 is a mainstream filmic manifestation of the post-structuralist inversion of the primacy of the subject. (You’re fucking right I just typed that with a straight face!)
  • As the Topless Robot piece suggests so well, Transformers 2 does away with a need for narrative coherence. It is, however, far too easy to lament this fact as somehow indicative of Michael Bay’s idiocy (which is a fact) or the stupidity of modern audiences (which is totally not the case). Instead,  by: 1) abandoning the need for narrative logic in the name of spectacle, and; 2) having this incoherence be embraced by millions around the world; we see the widespread acceptance of postmodernism. Rather than just being ensconced in ivory towers and the art world, Transformers: ROTF shows a global audience mature enough to deal with the absurdity and constructedness of all narratives. We know that the story is a construct meant to elicit a response and then become a cathartic release when the good guys win. We know that it is only gesturally referential to ‘the real world’ or ‘a logical world’ and that, instead, it is simply put together in order for us to experience spectacle, regardless of whether or not it hold together ‘as narrative’. T:ROTF shows that it doesn’t matter a whit whether narrative coheres, because we are now comfortable with the idea that no narrative actually coheres. We just try and make them do so.
  • Even if that last point is a stretch, here’s my final one: Transformers 2 was the ballsiest movie I’ve ever seen. I’ve been moved after walking out of movies before. I’ve been sad, I’ve been happy, I’ve been reflective. I have, however, never left a movie giddy. Like, fully, completely giddy with the sheer, brazen, unabashed, mad absurdity that was Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Avatar used fancy new technology to trot a visually spectacular tired colonial trope. T:ROTF used a whack of new technology to revel in the complete non-meaning of spectacle. Ask yourself: which film was more honest? Which film was more endemic of its time? Flashy modern blue spectacle that repeats the evils of the past or grey, shiny, cool spectacle that simply says nothing and is proud of it?

I’m deliberately being a bit over the top with this. It’s partly because, as much as I enjoyed Avatar, I don’t quite understand how it could be nominated for best picture tonight. And I really believe that Transformers 2 was something important, even if it was inadvertent. And besides, arguing this has been a hobby of mine ever since I’ve seen it. Still – feel free to hit the comments and call me an idiot.

Tumblring into the Future

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Pastiche is, like parody, the imitation of a peculiar or unique style, the wearing of a stylistic mask, speech in a dead language: but it is a neutral practice of mimicry, without parody’s ulterior motive, without the satirical impulse, without laughter, without that still latent feeling that there exists something normal compared to which what it being imitated is rather comic. Pastiche is blank parody, parody that has lost its sense of humour.

-Fredric Jameson, “Postmodernism and Consumer Society”

I happened upon this quote while reading something else. Actually, that isn’t quite true. I wasn’t reading anything. I was, for reasons I now can’t quite recall, simply flipping through an anthology of literary and cultural theory and just happened upon the quote. Perhaps it’s unsurprising then that, upon reading the quote, Tumblr was the first thing that popped to mind.

Tumblr is simply a platform. But there are things about Tumblr that intensify particular formal, cultural aspects of the internet. The ‘reblog’ is, I think, at the centre of Tumblr’s culture; it means that the network of Tumblelogs precedes the individual Tumblr itself. It means the context always comes before the expression. It means that nothing can ever be read alone; it is always crowded with a million other posts and a million other ideas.

Tumblr is the crystallisation of the internet. It is everything we have come up with so far, put through a juicer, distilled three times – once through a carbon filter – and then mixed with purest, most flavourless vodka you can find. It’s intoxicating, it’s empty, it’s enticing – it’s everything.

Tumblr is Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

The film – which was by far my favourite of the summer, btw – simply stitched together a series of cliches. It sketched a number of recognisable outlines and then resolutely refused to fill them in.

There were gestures towards a love story and a familial connection, but they were never fleshed out. There were racist caricatures used as comic relief, but for no appreciable reason other than to be there. Viewers couldn’t actually see the fight scenes between the robots; there was simply a lot of clattering and banging. At key moments, the shots would slow so that you could see one robot hit another and then recognise insignia or weapons that would identify which side they were on.

The plot was essentially incomprehensible and internally contradictory. But it didn’t matter. You knew what was coming. And I don’t mean in the Greek tragedy way. I simply mean that it was the spectacle and the flash that mattered, not the story. No-one cared how the story resolved. You just wanted the release of seeing the process in a way that was not only aesthetically overwhelming, but so obviously expensive. It was the apotheosis of postmodernism on film. But of course, it wasn’t on film. It was all digital. And it, like Tumblr, only made sense because of all the context before it. All Transformers 2 had to do was connect a series of pre-existing dots.

Of course, all of this just some shameless self-promotion, because it was this sort of thought-process that led to ‘my latest column’ in THIS magazine, which is on Tumblr. There, I don’t so much argue as imply that Tumblr is postmodernism, crystallised.

And because the only two things left are narcissism and the fragment, that’s where I’ll end.

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