hitchcock, horror...drive

On the surface, Drive is a fairly straight forward neo noir thriller. It’s about a heist gone
wrong, unrequited love and the violent underbelly of Los Angeles. Like many classical noir films,
the city of LA operates as a character within the film. There is perhaps a small debt owed to
Michael Mann here in the minimalist landscapes where the city vacillates between an abstraction in
the background and an ontological space we are acutely aware of. Drive is a film that is in dialogue
with itself. It is not pastiche or even simply homage, but something with more depth that emerges as
a reflection on genre and a meditation on the discourse of film itself.



A lot of directors have made this kind of film. Tarrantino in particular jumps out as someone
who is interested in making films for cinephiles. A lot of us enjoyed the overt references to film
theory in Inglorious Basterds. But where Tarantino employs a bloodbath of violence to disrupt the
narrative and invoke an awareness of the constructedness of the film apparatus, Nicolas Winding
evocation of the language of film is more sustained and operates on a level that is subtly
woven into the narrative rather than a disruption or even extension of it. Where Tarantino’s films
feel like they want to show off what he knows, Drive lets the theory take a back seat. It’s there
informing the story in an important way, but as subtext.


the last kimchi quesadilla

maybe not the very last. but certainly the last monthly installment of artwalk downtown la as we know it. i'm not sure when the event will return, but it's rumoured to be sometime next year most likely as a quarterly event. so i met some friends and we ended up at a parking lot near the arcade building on spring street where music, food trucks and crowds collided providing all the elements we sought in one convenient location. this band- sounds of asteroth definitely had the best moves- and hair of the night. probably the best high waisted pants too. and to top it all off i got to try a free latka potato taco from the taKosher truck.



while la is not quite a town known for it's musem institutions, i've always thought it's strength lies in the unusual and offbeat nature of the somewhat lesser known collections. like for example the museum of neon art- aka mona.

with an emphasis on vintage signage, there is also a focus on contemporary artists who work with light in various ways. i particularly like the historic signage pieces as they represent the mid century style that to me, really defines la. if you get a chance- check it out.