"I can no longer think what I want to think.
My thoughts have been replaced by moving images".
Georges Duhamel
Georges Duhamel
s promises electrified ads tomfoolery and renovated and costly acquisition of instruments of torture with which he won the competition field. So, unlike the remote hospital in Bethlehem, and was not charged entry to the curious who wanted to watch Sunday's upset, those who survived the isolation and darkness, emetics, purgatives and torture. By paying a penny ordinary citizens were whipped with rods, to appease the frustrations. Before leprosaria many, accused of being owned, were burned in the hog utside. Baryton, in contrast, drew a walk in the countryside, a real sign of progress, as they jumped to a nurse. He knew about modern: his study on the effects of film, in children who filled her eyes stunned images, attested. The echo of the seduction of language would be the next stop: a mental hospital to psychiatric hospital, multidisciplinary work, the crazy reckless; of asylum residence in prison to prison, a psychiatrist to coach, to pimp a hyperactive, from old to seniors age of disabled to disabled, people with disabilities; of party politics to democracy, to surrender to transition a chance of failure, of treason to the confusion. No wonder it went away, no longer knew where he stood. The vocabulary became sterile to protect and soften the same harsh reality. Infinite number of tricks were forced to decide, or be aroused in the hospital, those already horny the future. Some pencil writing micrograms, see Robert Walser, who spent the last twenty-eight years of his life sheltered in two mental hospitals. "I wanted to be forgotten," said Carl Seelig. The others had abandoned themselves once disillusioned of their leaden steps away from the tributaries of a life either. The more go, the more they move away. Had precipitated the blurring of the Nouveau Roman by freeze time and take more time than necessary in futility: no trace of authorship, fiction or reality. None of this was to them. Heroes requiring cities and repudiated the many fools who added a paladin. Nobody paid any attention to Baudelaire: "The real hero is someone who enjoys alone." The people as cannon fodder, undaunted claiming their place in the slaughterhouse. Are more stubborn fools who get things relocate, those who enjoy the pleasures that only the insane have been found and can savor. Dukes who persist in their insanity to become wise and nothing else. In contrast, others who tried to bring light ended up hanging from a lamppost. "We are all born mad. Some remain so forever, "said the poet William Blake. Before the load was transferred lunatic families, and when the prison to lock did not cause any sign of embarrassment, mental hospitals were out of town, in some distant hill to the cliff as the only way, or carelessness of nurses, which took Jorge Cuesta. "I could not feel," grieved.
"I can ask why you need this assistance are forcing me to accept? Obviously I speak well, think well, I'm fine and you are ruining me, "laments Vladimir, an inmate apparently sane. In prison shouted that coffee was poisoned and now wants to return there with his silences, waiting to be placed in freedom. R entangled in the evil as emed negligence and stupidity of the quacks who gorge on pills ("medicine for the mind"), suffocated in his banishment of reason and oppressed by the screams that dance in hallways at all hours (I left with hundreds of them, all they do is scream "), his forces are depleted and it is increasingly about the vacuum Nietzschean stares back. Healing formulas of the institution, as happens to Olivia de Havilland in The Snake Pit (1948), further exacerbate their problems and become a slave. Or worse yet, Peter Breck in hock Corridor S the combative Samuel Fuller. "If you send to prison come back here tomorrow or maybe tonight. I swear to God. Because you will see and know that something is wrong. If you do not believe, I let spit my face, you know, "he reasons the authority. "Why would I do that?", He is surprised the alleged schizophrenic. "Because if I say something that is not true or unjustifiable, should be punished," replies the prude of the physician to tinkle. Nothing grows in the shade of power. Medical Examination was irrefutable. "A test that asked me how many times I go to the bathroom, if you believe in God ... ie, that most ridiculous thing! I could never go to the bathroom, or you could go to the bathroom, or could believe in God or may not do so is not a medical issue. Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? "Recalls Vladimir. "How to relate to God in the bathroom!" Protests the meapilas the doctor after your sunglasses. If you talk to God, prayer . If God speaks, it's schizophrenia. And if you serve God you are a man full a visa to fuck without discomfort. The psychiatrist, who keeps the patient in his role pariah, not again the authority of drinking: mocks not disclosed to pretend certain rigor, as it is embraced by the community biempensante, which writes the manuals and legislates ncia agreement. The ideas of those who reign. Later, Vladimir, together with all the specialists, who have been absent this time the evil Dr. Benway, accused: "The medication they gave me my temple ta bad I hurt. In fact, I specifically damaged the chest. If an left me here means you want to be damaged. I hurt! What I say, that hurt me! ". The council of elders would like to thank, you are fired, and concludes: "He looked much
more catatonic and depressed before, as sometimes occurs with depression antidepressants is removed and re racking paranoia, and maybe we should give larger amounts of tranquilizers to ease this. It does not seem very prepared to return to prison. It is a perfect pattern of paranoia: if you admit your basic premise, the rest is logical ... but the basic premise is not true. In fact you are terrified to leave. And the higher screams about returning there, indicates that you are more scared. It is known as Ganzer syndrome. " Diagnosis of monologue Power: schizophrenic reaction, chronic undifferentiated type with prominent paranoid features. Suicide is generally difficult when you're not crazy at all and you've already killed countless times. In La moindre des choses (1996) A patient give advice to the director Nicolas Philibert: "Do not you ever talk to your health to a doctor because they can enslave." Vladimir, like Prometheus, he had been chained to a gigantic rock, which was not life or anything. abhor the brutality, "he said. It is not effective. Besides, prolonged mistreatment, short of physical violence, causing, if properly implemented, special anguish and guilt. They should be well aware of a few rules or rather, ideas guidelines. The subject must not realize that abuse is a deliberate attack on their identity by an anti-human enemy. Should feel they received any treatment it is well deserved because there is something (never specified) horribly in him that makes him guilty. Control addicts need to meet your need naked with decency arbitrary and intricate bureaucracy, so that the subject can not establish direct contact with the enemy. Dr. Benway
Naked Lunch. William Burroughs.
Stultífera Na vis s in hand at the helm? "Balance is a narrow ribbon. Depression is a Russian doll and the seventh doll is a knife, a razor blade, a poison, a deep and a leap, "presaged Stig Dagerman. Blurred the boundary aprichosa c one another, knowing how little it takes to switch sides (a caress or a garbage contract), so that all conspire against you and that a majority guard vent to his hatred how mobile are the criteria for the l it occur, the pretexts, the origin of the negative impulse, how easy it is to be arrested one morning without having done "nothing wrong" as Josef K, or be an innocent man convicted in a newspaper and forced to defend, Hitchcockian motif; never knowing for sure which country you are, knowing it or ignoring it, Frederick Wiseman entered the Bridgewater State Hospital in Massachusetts, to roll Titicut Follies (1967). He was banned for 25 years. The reason: it showed the inhumane treatment of the institution (psychiatrists, guards and social workers) with their patients. The pretext: violated the right to privacy of patients which in turn limits the right to information. It was the first time in the history of American film industry that a film was censored for other reasons to the usual: obscenity, immorality and national security. Are they entitled to privacy even when they have been deprived of it and are humiliated? The same right to privacy (a mute) who defended the Nazis in Auschwitz. Wiseman captures the madness pornography and reveals the true nature of man (which tear to the writer include removable crutch of the human condition, but I have no fault of their indiscriminate use and free), one that emerges to surface when power will spread and flattened creatures around him and condemned socially. It is the impossibility of humane treatment and mild blunt differences where the vestiges of madness.
Wiseman was the first surprise of the freedoms granted by permission of no flushing of the guardians of dementia: "It amazed That They let me in to shoot me in the first place There. " The mandarins of the institution gave wings to a tax collection effort entailed in a complaint, or vice versa, who knows. "They Knew That WAS Bridgewater Like That, in Part Because of the Absence of money to Attract Competent and train guards, Psychiatrists and Social Workers. That Was one of the points, "Wiseman said in an interview Viceland. Bridgewater Sensitivity in prison then was that health although only 15% of inmates were convicted. Behind its walls lived insane, drunks, drug addicts, criminals and rapists with some delay, along with a personal underpaid and overwhelmed unskilled labor. However, when Wiseman documentary concluded the bigwigs had risen. One of them was attorney general of Massachusetts and the crudeness of the images as a brake on the accumulation of power. Elliot Richardson, who had given the go ahead to shoot and lamented the lack of money when in charge of supervising institutions (mental hospitals, prisons, etc) was the person chosen by Republican Governor John Volpe in the tight 1964 election to be, if it was re-elected as governor and his assistant responsible for the areas of health, education and social services. A worker Minnesota, which had not even seen the film, just read one review, sent a letter to Volpe outraged: "How Could You Be to allow a movie made That shows naked men?". Moral crusades have always reflected the fear of difference and complex, this inability to self-acceptance. It did not matter that the humiliation a nipple exposed. "Volpe, NOT HAVING Heard of the movie Before this letter, felt His Political Career That WAS going to Be jeopardized by the movie," said Wiseman. Titicut Follies bogged down then and judgments happened years and years with a Pyrrhic victory: the executive arm of the law decided that the film had some interest and could be seen, but only for doctors, lawyers, judges, social workers and students. Limited and specialized audience that excluded the public and sank the denunciation in hiding in an era without the Internet. The judge had described the documentary as "a nightmare of ghoulish Obscenities" and came to order their destruction. Then, and now cleared of the charges, the siege was opened a little, public television, schools and some independent festival.
The few to whom it is given like these pleasures experienced something close to madness, they say things inconsistent and diverse human custom, talking nonsense and face suddenly changed, as soon as they are happy and sad; cry, laugh or sob, and, finally, are truly out of themselves. Then, when he regained consciousness, do not know if they were inside the body or not, or whether they are asleep or awake, or recall rather than through a dream what they have heard, seen, said and done, the only thing you are insurance is that they have been deeply blessed in his ecstasy, for which lament the right to have recovered, so that desire nothing more than to enjoy without interruption of their particular madness. This is a slight degustacioncilla of future happiness."On with the show, with the Jippy-Joppy-jo." The talent show for charity, organized by the inmates themselves, and that names the film opens and closes the same, with some evil and suffocating close-ups legacy of the Universal monsters. A grotesque spectacle, retort Ziegfeld Follies of escapism, in which all excited having fun before returning to their cells singing So Long for Now. "Hearts seem happy and bright life ... I lost the sunshine and roses when I lost you, my little friend. You broke my heart too ... "sings a disturbed young man who could be as beautiful as Chet Baker. In fact, the penultimate sequence, in which a man leaves Bridgewater wrapped in a sheet inside a coffin, is the only way out, a knife full of intentions director very overt. When an alienated wondering where you can work, the guardians laugh. The films show that Wiseman is visceral, and less bourgeois black trials of Witold Gombrowicz's Operetta, with its absurd dialogue recited by equally crazy minds that films Nicolas Philibert in La moindre des choses (1996) where the French director visits the psychiatric La Borde. Philibert finds the owner, the phrase Campanula, while all that and more goes to Wiseman without questioning. "168 pounds and now down to 96, and All Those Known biddlegah. All Interest, Japanese, Japanese, we know the truth, biddlegah, twenty billion dollars, I point out to you I am Jesus Christ and I am Called Borgia. Who is now Kennedy biddlegah Jesus Christ in truth. I say in Mississippi niggers over to this fuckin part of the country. You no good John F. Kennedy. I say you stink, "he recites a catatonic about bloated faithful in Bridgewater. Vietnam, communism, nuclear war, the same rant that rises in Congress with a spark of insight worthy. Already said that only children and madmen spewing truths. In a courtyard that claims its place in the chamber of horrors at the forefront of surrealism and beyond its limits, the alienated wander at your leisure as ghosts, unable to return to reality in unreality anonymous. My Blue Heaven sounds the trombone in the Garden of Madness. A young man goes to the heart pedophile admits abusing escorted and a girl of eleven, and also of his own daughter. A doctor humiliated and sadistically delights him. "Why do you do thi
s When You Have A good wife? She Must Not Have Been Giving you much sex satisfaction, "he spits between tics. "How often do you masturbate per day or per week? Have you thought about being a mature woman with big, tall and succulent? Do you prefer big breasts or small? Have you had any homosexual experiences? Did you try to masturbate with other guys? Have you ever felt guilty when you masturbate? "Wiseman's camera does not mitigate his morbidity. What's more, the quack throws shooting glimpses. "I need help, but do not know where I can get," admits the rapist. "You can get it here, suppose," replied the doctor, surely embarrassed the decline of lobotomy and the rise of psychopharmacology. Back in the open, in particular Speaker's Corner at the prison, has formed a circle, and within a man with hat howling, escaping from the shadow of Ginsberg, the faces in suspense that seem to have abandoned and all understanding of language: "America is the world's women of the earth, and this crazy sex. His sexuality brings wars, like the man injects sperm into the woman and women in his own body. Has the same effect, the same influence, but in a huge pattern. The pattern is vile huge. You mean that after having had a sexual relationship you feel healthy? Not so. " Emile Cioran wrote in one of his sleepless nights "Life is a subterfuge of madness and falling on their networks open up a path for his own blood." Nudity forever young, we salute you We salute
, naked young forever
Hail, nudity nudity
forever young forever young, we salute you.
Operetta. Witold Gombrowicz.
- How many times can send to your room? And send you to bed without recess?
- to serve something. The rules are simple and should ...
- He does not understand ...
- You have to make him understand.
- Why? "Because the discipline is part of life.
- Even for these children?
- Especially for these children. Reuben has lost some of their freedom and perhaps forever. The only remedy you have is to learn the rules and live with others as part of the group.
- Although not want to be part of the group? "Even not being happy here?
- Yes, even then.
A Child is Waiting (1963). John Cassavetes
Although every narrative is inseparable from the act of recording, to breathe, Wiseman rejects the classical construction of a speech that you disengage from the experience. "I like to experience history, not to impose a political point of view," he said. It once lived, and through the impulse of life and not an illusion, which mounts your collage with the memories, listening to the force of the heartbeat of the sequences. "It's like the business of getting rid of the proscenium arch in the theater, and, by analogy at least, is the proscenium arch narration Because It Immediately Separates you from the experience of What You're going to see and hear," he says. Enlisted by theorists in the cinéma vérité or direct cinema, Wiseman is not interested in theory. "Partially in reaction to the concept of cinema verite, I Came up with my own pomposity term Called parody-fiction reality. I do not see how a film Can Be anything but subjective. Documentaries, like theater pieces, novels or poems Are forms of fiction, "said Wiseman. Her fiction reveals a very inconvenient truth, reject the dream of reality, but also assumes responsibilities with the fallacies of objective representation. JG Ballard warned: the fiction is here and the writer's task is to invent the reality. The reality is understood, taken away and sold as a commodity to be consumed as a spectacle when one beholds "his own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure." Narrating is to invent, whether false or true. His works are stories of learning, initiation into the path of Hesse: "My films Are to report on what I've Learned. Someone else looking at the Same Things Differently see Would events. Observational cinema somehow Seems to Suggest That You just turn the camera on and let things happen in front of you, When in fact-all Aspects of movies Are the result of Thousands of choices. The term 'observational cinema' Exclude the interpretation, selection and dramatic structure Inherent in to making a movie. "Fly-on-the-wall" is degrading Another Phrase That is used. As far as I know a fly is Not Being an intelligent sentient . The work of Wiseman, who compares himself to a writer, is also quite similar to the principles of Vertov and the Film -eye: "Sinking within the apparent chaos of life, the Cine-Eye try to find inside of life itself the answer to the subject. Find the resultant of the millions of facts that have a relationship with this item. To ride, to boot, thanks to the camera, what is most characteristic, most useful, organize filmed fragments, torn from life, in order visual rhythm full of meaning, a meaning-laden visual formula, in a summary the "I see." "I am content to remove Called movies have my films, 'says Wiseman, asking that the theory be left alone and enjoy some body experience or friend. - I know I've played and lost. But I'm ready for anything.
- What was played?
- In my life.
- What have you lost?
- Yes It may be stupid. May mean nothing to you, but for me is everything.
Urgences (1988). Raymond Depardon
filming reality. It's something many and difficult. It always seems that as left him out, "says Raymond Depardon, a the founders of the Gamma agency . French photographer and documentary filmmaker, Wiseman repeated the experience in San Clemente (1982): portrait of a labyrinthine Italian asylum about to be closed. In Urgences (1988), Depardon anchor your camera in the Psychiatric Emergency Service of the Hôtel-Dieu, Paris. The real star of the film are the dialogues descollantes unwritten ranging between despair and wildest comedy: "I myself see the scene again find something laughable, comical, about ourselves. I do not know if someone could invent that. " The disease is a source of inspiration, especially among people with no artistic pretensions. Of wisdom. Urgences In characters come and go, but mentally many are equally held themselves to the insane Titicut Follies. At times patients relative, without them being aware, all the ills and sometimes the pain is so deep that it is impossible to remove. There are those who are ill to explain their illnesses, which seek comfort as the hunter to his prey, and others who only drag more time if someone asks him if they put the belt. "Some go too far. Burst, lose their reason. But they have not lost. Is people. All that we Because the city. The lack of communication. Solitude, "Depardon said in an interview. As a Wisemam he too was surprised by the number of people who agreed to be filmed without hesitation: "They were lost, desperate. I think the operator, the filmmaker, as we call it ... should not speak, has nothing to say. In place. I do not know if it's my rural origins, having been a long time photographer. I do not know, I'm a child of the real. " The distance is conservative and static. Sometimes, if not for some interaction, one could think of a hidden camera. Their presence does not appear to alter or to dramatize the order of things, despite how embarrassing de las escenas. “Hay que tener cierto pudor, pero al mismo tiempo forzarse a veces. Hay una mezcla de las dos cosas. Quedarte en tu sitio y lanzarte a la vez. Y en un momento dado, lo recuerdo... es duro. ¿Qué trabajo hago? No es muy divertido. Y a la vez nunca he sentido vergüenza porque sentía que había que hacerlo, había que hacerlo. Había que avanzar, rodar, seguir. Seguir”, afirma. En la mejor secuencia del documental una mujer se confía a una enfermera cuando a ésta le suena el walkie-talkie y abandona la habitación, sin decir palabra. Depardon mantiene el plano de la puerta cerrada unos instantes antes de encararse con la paciente. Están solos. Se miran. “¿Podré see this movie? Yeah, sure. " "I want to do for others. I like helping people. I do not want to live alone. Apparently I am a daughter of God and still do not know what my mission, "reveals to the camera from your couch. Despite her anguish and having to come back with a mother who does not want to be entered destroys: it has to feed the cat and ensures that no one else can. need the eggs. Another time a doctor says to another patient: "Well, now I will replace the psychiatrist on call." Joseph Conrad was right: "We live as we dream, alone."