Friday, September 11, 2009
A Bucket of Blood: A Reaction
I didn't like where it was going for the first 10-15 minutes, but I kind of fell in love with the absurd characters and the story of the bus boy. I took this film as something not really about an artist hitting a wall in his creativity, but rather a loving jab at the art world -- and I love anything that makes fun of the art world. I hate the art world. I KNOW people like that bearded poet guy (except not as badass). I KNOW people like those two beatniks (except less genuine and funny). I find it refreshing that you see a smart but whacky movie that doesn't SERVE the characters it is portraying. The poet isn't portrayed as a classic romantic with important things to say; he is really shown as way too into himself and the center of bizarre affection. The reaction of the community to the bus boys gruesome sculptures did not only drive the plot but also, in my eyes, called attention to some of the ridiculous praise that rather extraordinary work gets.
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