Yesterday B and I went and saw this movie Young Turks. It was seriously the weirdest (and worst) fucking movie I have ever seen in my life. But first let me set the scene.
The movie theater we went to was really weird. We actually had been to
it before to see a different weird (but not terrible) movie. However,
they apparently have two movie "theaters." The "theater" we were in was
basically a closet. It had 16 chairs, and only 4 of them were actual
movie seats. There was black fabric hanging up on one wall, and closets
on the other. And we were the only ones in the theater. Which was kind
of fun, because it meant that when I checked my phone multiple times to see how much
time was left on this shitty movie, nobody yelled at me. But the annoying thing was that the
black fabric was hanging over a really thin wall. It was so thin, we
could hear the people downstairs talking. So while we're trying to watch
this weird movie, there's a cocktail reception happening below us. At
first I tried to tell myself it was all part of the "experience," but
eventually the whole thing was just too weird and I was trying to hold back giggling at how ridiculous it was.
The movie was about the downtown art scene in LA in the 80's, and it also included clips of interviews with homeless people who lived downtown. I'm still not even sure how that relates. The artists kept talking about how dangerous downtown LA was and that they had seen murders happen. So maybe they were trying to show how dangerous it was for people on the streets? And then in another part this guy made art sculptures that he put outside for homeless people to sleep in. So they were actually 'using his art.' But that was the only relation I could see. And the rest of the art featured in this movie was horrible. I know art is supposed to be subjective, but come on. One of the art pieces was seriously a tripod of sticks with a rock on top. Another art piece was just a huge chunk of blank wall, and then when people came to look at it, they were "making the art." (Throws up in mouth).
I'm pretty open when it comes to art. Or at least I try to be. I think that art is art if it speaks to someone. But I really don't see how this movie could speak to.....anyone. Or the art that was featured in it. My favorite part in the entire movie was a 20 second clip of this homeless man smashing aluminum cans and tossing them into a pile. I'm not even kidding. He was smashing cans and sorting them. And it was my favorite scene by far.
At least the popcorn was good.