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Tsai Ming-liang’s “Slow Cinema” Contrasts the Bustle of Modern Life




This fall, Taiwanese director Tsai Ming-liang returned to the United States for the first time since 2009, embarking on a miniature tour of Chicago, Boston, New York and Washington, DC. He came to his work on the occasion of MoMA’s recent gigantic retrospective, Tsai Ming-Liang: In dialogue with time, memory and self. The titles in the series ranged from his early work to his celebrated international breakthrough Goodbye Dragon Inn to his latest feature, days (one of Our top 10 films of the last year).

Tsai is one of the world’s best-known practitioners of the so-called “slow cinema‘ – quiet, thoughtful films that have little narration and lengthy takes. He has done much to shape viewers’ appreciation and understanding of the loose genre. He sketches sparse scenarios and then observes his characters with tremendous patience, often in languid, long takes. His walker A series of short films, for example, follows his longtime collaborator and muse Lee Kang-Sheng, who plays a monk who moves through various locations in extreme slow motion, contrasting with the hustle and bustle of modern life. Though lengthy, Tsai’s style is the opposite of boring; By capturing the viewer’s attention and recalibrating expectations about cinematic use of time, he facilitates incredible moments of human connection and discovery.

Before the retrospective, I was able to sit down and talk to Tsai. We discussed filmmaking as the art of waiting, cinema-going practices in Taiwan versus North America and Europe, and more. Many thanks to Vincent Cheng for translating our conversation. This interview has been edited and condensed for length and clarity.

Vive L’amour, to you. Tsai Ming-liang, 1994, Taiwan (Courtesy Central Motion Picture Corporation)

Centre County Report: You use duration as a tool in your films much more purposefully than many directors. When shooting, what determines how long you hold a shot and how you edit everything later?

Tsai Ming-liang: During production, when the camera is rolling, I’m on hold most of the time. I’m waiting for the sudden emergence of reality and truth. These moments are rare. Maybe it happens two minutes after a shot, and then it happens again four minutes later. I’m going to want those two cases in the film. But before we get to those two-minute and four-minute moments, the intermediate process that seems meaningless and boring is just as important. Without that time, you won’t be able to observe these two instances of sudden truth and reality. That’s why I have to show everything.

I tend not to give my actors much pre-scene information or direction. I give them something very simple: “This is what you want to do, this is the environment you are in, and this is the scenario.” They will make their own interpretations of the scene, and then I won’t even Say cut. I run the camera to see what they do after they think they’ve done the scene. I want them to stay in the scenario. Sometimes I find a lot more truth and reality in what they’re doing as they look at the post-execution part. I’m waiting for that too, with these long shots.

When editing, I also consciously try to avoid precision in rhythm or tempo, because this creates effects that I don’t want in my film. I want to tease out a certain rhythm and tempo without being precise. Because of this, the duration is usually much longer than expected.

The Wayward Cloud, to you. Tsai Ming-liang, 2005, Taiwan/France (Courtesy of Homegreen Films)

H: Such a comprehensive review provides a good opportunity to look back on your career. If filmmaking is a process of waiting, do you think you’ve found ways to “wait better” over the years? Or maybe “wait differently”?

TM-L: I’m one of those directors who readily accept my old work and respond positively to it. But I guess it depends on where I’m at right now. I don’t think I could be doing the movies my age that I was doing when I was in my 30’s, and I don’t think I could be doing the movies in my 30’s that I was doing later when I was in mine was 40s. I am constantly changing. I’m aging and I’m not the same person when I’m doing every film. Every time there is always an opportunity to push the limits and every time I motivate myself to go a little bit further. I’m surprised when I look at my previous films and realize I’ve forgotten how I felt when I made some decisions. Rather than looking back too much, it’s better to think about what I can do now. It has a lot to do with my strength and energy. I’m just not as energetic as I was in my 30s, so my work will be very different. You don’t know what you’re going to do until you’re that age and at the moment of the shoot.

H: What particularly struck you about one of your older films when you recently re-watched it?

TM-L: At the moment we are in the process of restoring it The Wayward Cloud, and looking at some decisions I’ve made, I wouldn’t let them go through now. It’s in the narrative. At some point, the actress faints during a porn shoot and Shiang-chyi [the female lead] put them back in their place. But then the producer takes the actress out with no details on why he was there or how he found her. I don’t think that makes sense anymore. Now I would probably give a little more detail, maybe add another scene or explanation to make it make sense.

Apparently I had a reason to let this go at the time, although now I don’t remember what it was. And I’ve never been asked by an audience about that particular missing plot detail. But I also tell myself not to take it too seriously: “This is just a movie, and this is a movie you made when you were young.” When I was younger, there were a lot of impulses that I followed just followed without really questioning them.

What time is it there?, to you. Tsai Ming-liang, 2001, Taiwan/France (Courtesy of Homegreen Films)

H: Anyway, in recent years your work has been less about the plot and more about being in your rooms with your characters.

TM-L: I was fed up with the perceived necessity of these narrative elements. I think showing in museums as a practice has a big impact on me. I’m a lover of painting and I paint myself. So my later work is very much about using cinematic language in its purest form. The focus for me is more on composition and light. These are more important than a storyline or any dialogue.

In Taiwan I am currently showing films such as Your face or the walker Series in cinemas, and the purpose is that the audience has a completely different experience than what they are used to. I want people to know that this is possible, even if it might not be very profitable. It is meant to broaden your frame of reference, to broaden your idea of ​​what art means.

H: Did working with art institutions drive this change, or did your interest in it lead you to these institutions? Or is it a mixture of both?

TM-L: I’ve always had a problem with such boundaries or categories. My films are usually referred to as “arthouse films”. For me that means a film that has been marginalized by the market, by the industry. That’s not a compliment. That doesn’t mean that I have a higher artistic value. If I go to Europe I will see people of all ages lining up to see Flowers of Shanghai or Yi Yi. You don’t see that in Taiwan or most parts of Asia. I think it has a lot to do with the art museum’s idea that western audiences go to art house cinemas because they’re used to that concept. In Asia, the art museum as a practice is not very common. I’m trying to change that. I’m trying to cultivate this new generation of moviegoers by introducing them to the idea of ​​the art museum through my films.

I got so many new opportunities after that Goodbye Dragon Inn. The art circles in Taiwan actually came to me and wanted to work with me. This was unprecedented; In the past there was a very deep divide – again this notion that films are somehow separate from the contemporary art scene. This was the beginning of many productive collaborations. I was at the Venice Biennale in 2007 With It’s a Dream. In 2009 the Louvre commissioned me to do it face. 2014 my movie Stray dogs was released in Taiwan in a museum, not in a conventional cinema. That walker Series has a home in a showroom in Taiwan. Next month, I’m going to the Pompidou demonstrate The night, and all movies in the walker Series are shown simultaneously in the same installation. The audience can choose what they want to see. I hope that one day we can do the same in the United States.

Stray dogs, to you. Tsai Ming-liang, 2013, Taiwan/France (Courtesy of Homegreen Films)

Tsai Ming-liang retrospective runs from November 25, 2022 to January 2, 2023 at the Center Pompidou (Place Georges-Pompidou, Paris, France).


Christopher Glazek on All the Beauty and the Bloodshed




Laura Poitras, All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, 2022, HD video, color, sound, 117 minutes. Nan Goldin.

IT JUST TAKES ONE: a single dose that forever halts your breath; a killer product that hatches a monstrous fortune; a dead-set activist who barricades herself across history’s turnpike, lying flat, blocking traffic, screaming, “STOP.”

In our timeline, there is only one Nan Goldin. A singular woman, she is largely responsible for the moral earthquake that in recent years has shaken the foundations of art and philanthropy. For decades, the art world operated as a high-end laundry service: In exchange for cash, museums and galleries would gently scrub the reputations of wealthy families such as the Sacklers, removing the stains of disfavored commercial associations—whether weapons, oil, or addictive painkillers. Effectively a modern reworking of the medieval practice of selling indulgences to absolve sins—a crucial revenue stream for the Catholic Church until the practice was banned in 1567—this business model had an impressive track record of repackaging seamy robber barons as glittering patrons of the arts.

In some ways, Laura Poitras’s spellbinding new film about Goldin’s art and activism, All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, leaves the viewer unsurprised that it took a gutsy iconoclast to shatter the art world’s corrupt consensus. Goldin, of course, is an original. An era-defining artist and aesthetic pioneer, a canny analyst and a pole-dancing hustler, the survivor of a childhood warped by mental illness and an adulthood marred by disease and addiction, a fringe-hugging outsider, a veteran operator skilled at the inside game, Goldin has spent the past five years forcing a hard reset in the culture sphere through strength of will, virtuosity of craft, and righteousness of anger. “I’m incapable of being a good bourgeois person,” she once told an interviewer. “I don’t get along with normal people very well.” In comparison with younger activists like Greta Thunberg, Goldin has more points on the board. Arguably, she has rewritten the textbook on reform movements, and it won’t be surprising if her name one day features as the answer to a multiple-choice question on an AP US history exam—perhaps regarding the moment in the United States when the unholy alliance between wealth, art, and ethical impunity began to sever.

Goldin has rewritten the textbook on reform movements, and it won’t be surprising if her name one day features as the answer to a multiple-choice question on an AP US history exam.

In Poitras’s film, Goldin gets to tell her own story, though we sense she has some discomfort embroidering her legend. There may be a tactical reason for this. Deliberately or not, Goldin shames us with her singularity. She seized an opportunity that should have been obvious to thousands of others who failed to act. She breathed life into a sleeping giant—the millions of victims, previously isolated and disorganized, without a common language of outrage, whose worlds have been devoured by opioids. Her actions at museums, repeated with discipline over months, triggered a chain reaction of disavowals of Sackler cash and, finally, removal of the Sackler name. The urgent, embarrassing question is why no Nan Goldin emerged in the academy, which also became hooked on infusions of Sackler money. Why zero medical-school professors—whose line of work is allegedly healing—showed up to carry Goldin’s torch, even after witnessing her many victories. Similar questions could be asked of many others. How did you spend the past five years? Why wasn’t it you?

WHAT GOLDIN TEACHES: It takes repetition. Pounding the pavement, blaring the horn, harping, hawking, angling, stalking. An ad works only after you’ve seen it seven times. A single protest at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Temple of Dendur is not enough, no matter how many shares the video gets. It must be the Met and the Guggenheim and Harvard and the Louvre and the V&A. (If you do everything, you’ll win, said LBJ, delivering a maxim with applications beyond stealing elections.) The successful activist is a dog with a bone, a person possessed, a monomaniac.

Goldin has long intuited the profane power of repetition. It’s what drives The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, 1976–, a compilation, over decades, of the same people, the same situations, the same haunting aesthetic of erotic shambles and contorted bliss. Repetition is the pulse of addiction. It’s onanistic. It’s one long spiral, but it isn’t sterile—it builds. It is the mother of accomplishment. It’s the most basic and effective rhetorical device, as Donald Trump and Purdue Pharma’s sales reps fully grasp. It’s a tactic not always available to women, who are rewarded for being fresh—a new dress in every photo. It’s the opposite of a journalist’s logic—always on to the new. (This is one reason no one knows who journalists are.)

Nan Goldin during a die-in with P.A.I.N. (Prescription Addiction Intervention Now), Harvard Art Museums, Cambridge, MA, July 20, 2018. Photo: TW Collins.

Poitras’s film also draws its throbbing energy from repetition. All the Beauty and the Bloodshed piles snapshot upon snapshot of Goldin’s travails and tribulations, collected into digestible chapters with heavy, portentous titles (“Merciless Logic,” “The Coin of the Realm”). Unusually, for Poitras, the film never takes its foot off the pedal. Its accumulation of images and aphorisms snowballs toward a climactic release that is almost surprising. Like, oh . . . it worked? Those lofty ambitions weren’t thwarted? Goldin’s journey doesn’t end in tragic reversal?

Marketing prodigies are typically invited to use their talents to boost corporate profits, but there are higher callings for someone gifted in comms. Arthur Sackler may have been among the first-ever inductees of the Medical Advertising Hall of Fame, but Goldin is the latest pioneer in pharmaceutical communications. Among her group P.A.I.N.’s winning slogans: “Pills will kill,” “Sacklers lie, thousands die.” Words can be used to close pocketbooks, not just to open them. (The acronym P.A.I.N.—Prescription Addiction Intervention Now—is an echo, in reverse, of the various patients’ organizations astroturfed by Purdue in the 1990s, which had names like the American Pain Society and the American Pain Foundation.)

Simplicity is key. In a planning session captured by Poitras’s camera, Goldin concludes, “Death is the bottom line—we should do a die-in.” Goldin has always been good at getting people to scream—early audiences for The Ballad would howl at the projector, shrieking in approval or displeasure at each new image. She knows that good stories focus on individuals, that anger needs a target that’s flesh. “It’s personal,” she explains in the film. “I hate these people.” At another point, she sums up her call to action—“Stop taking money from these corrupt evil bastards.” This is the ballad of anti-Sackler activism: brute, acerbic, relentless—a righteous transvaluation of the smears the Sacklers once used to target addicts. (“We have to hammer on abusers in every way possible,” Richard Sackler once wrote. “They are the culprits and the problem. They are reckless criminals.”)

Laura Poitras, Citizenfour, 2014, HD video, color, sound, 114 minutes. Edward Snowden. Photo: Praxis Films.

Goldin, in fairness, has one advantage that younger activists would struggle to match: She’s battle-hardened from her experience during the last plague, the AIDS epidemic. Not coincidentally, she’s also a queer exhibitionist. She shows us that an effective activist is a show queen with a flair for theatrics—a preacher, for example, or a stripper. Someone drawn to exposure, to agitation, to verbal and physical conflagration. The real pros are adept at leveraging sentimentality (another mirror image of the Sacklers, who sentimentalized chronic pain; Goldin sentimentalizes the pain of addiction and withdrawal, a torture she personally suffered, with perfect pitch: “It’s the darkest you can go, the darkness of the soul”).

Queer exhibitionists have a nose for provocation. Often, like Goldin, they’ve grown up in households with lots of screaming. Like her, sometimes they fuck in elevators; they shoplift; they give head to taxi drivers in place of fare. At one point in the film, P.A.I.N.’s Noemi Bonazzi recalls Goldin asking if her career would implode. “I said, ‘Probably. These are very scary, powerful people.’” What Goldin proves, though, is that the Sacklers and their institutional accomplices are paper tigers. Billionaires in the United States are not used to receiving much scrutiny. As a species, they’re maladapted to handle light. The second the organism is exposed, it withers.

Poitras has long been interested in the science of activism, in how information and action can be marshaled in the service of reform. Here she found an answer.

Goldin put the Sacklers on blast, month after month, year after year. No one else did, she reminds us in the film: “Congress didn’t do anything, the Justice Department hasn’t done anything, bankruptcy court left them better than ever. This is the only place they’re being held accountable, and we did it.”

Laura Poitras, Risk, 2016, HD video, color, sound, 95 minutes. Julian Assange.

POITRAS IS AN EXPERT ON HERO REBELS, outsiders who take on the system. Many of her films turn out to be studies of masculinity—the gallant computer geek Edward Snowden in Citizenfour (2014); the paternalistic Doctor Riyadh in My Country, My Country (2006); the casually abusive hacker Julian Assange in Risk (2016).

When they’re straight men, many courageous outlaws turn out to be not merely exhibitionists but also alleged sex offenders. The opening sequence of Risk, Poitras’s greatest film, features Assange opening a bottle of beer with his teeth. It’s the kind of image that might have been captured in Goldin’s Ballad, and it neatly encapsulates the viewer’s fraught relationship with Poitras’s subjects and sources, the erotic intrigue, the risk of battery (whether from the government or from others in the dissident community).

Nan Goldin and members of P.A.I.N. march down Fifth Avenue after an action at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, February 9, 2019. Photo: Yana Paskova/Guardian/eyev​in/Redux.

Poitras’s heroes are often antiheroes. They let us down in some way. Risk was a brilliantly nuanced portrait of a flawed savior—and almost totally overlooked during the Trump era, when audiences craved simple tales about good and evil. Evidently, Poitras didn’t want a repeat experience with her next project. In All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, Poitras has her perfect hero, a woman, an innocent, an afflicted person of queer experience who combines brass-tacks effectiveness with an instinct for stagecraft.

Her other films call attention to gaps and discomforts—the chasm between the eerie quiet of Snowden’s Hong Kong hotel room and the thunderclap of his revelations, the distance separating Assange’s messianic ambitions from his unnerving defects. All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, by contrast, is a victory lap, a celebration of a fait accompli. In a way, it borrows more from social media than from Hollywood: It consists of nostalgic portraits, tagging of top friends, trolling, trauma bonding—almost un-mediated. (Unlike in Citizenfour and Risk, Poitras is largely absent from the film; it’s Goldin’s account, and Poitras isn’t leaving comments.) In that way, it’s more didactic, less problematizing. That’s fine; let’s learn from it. Poitras has long been interested in the science of activism, in how information and action can be marshaled in the service of reform. Here she found an answer.

Relabeled prescription pill bottles from P.A.I.N. actions, 200 Dead Per-Day Bell Jar, 2018. Photo: P.A.I.N.

There are important differences between Goldin’s mobilization and the dissidents who struggled against the Bush-era surveillance state. The Sacklers are not the National Security Agency. They’re not the government. They’re mere mortals, like Goldin. We live in an era when institutions are receding and individuals are more important than ever. This retreat of institutional power is apparent across sectors, from political parties to record labels, magazines, and Hollywood studios. Social media is one reason, and while Goldin is barely active across those networks, she has often been accused of inventing the candid Instagram portrait as a major aesthetic tendency back in the ’70s. (Whether institutional power is visibly shrinking in art is a complicated question. A curator told me recently, commenting on Elon Musk, “If Twitter disappeared next week, the impact on the art world would be zero.”)

As it happens, the historical arc of institutional retreat is traced by Poitras via Goldin’s own life. During the artist’s childhood in the ’60s, the state, in collusion with Goldin’s mother, imprisoned Goldin’s sister, declaring her to be mentally ill, ultimately driving her to suicide. When Goldin is an adolescent living with trans roommates in Boston in the ’70s, the police arrest people in the street for wearing the wrong clothes. By the time the opioid epidemic takes root, there are no mental institutions anymore, and people no longer risk arrest for being queer in public, if their skin is light. Fast-forward to the opioid crisis and you’re on your own. There is no state. Or rather, the state is an insurance plan—a payer, not an actor. It will buy you drugs, but it won’t pay for rehab.

At a backyard barbecue in Greenpoint in the summer of 2021, Goldin cornered me near the grill. She wanted me to write about the judge in the bankruptcy case, Robert Drain. No one had done so, and the judge was, in fact, a vulnerable figure, someone specially selected by Purdue through jurisdiction shopping because of his business-friendly reputation. The judge effectively had sole authority to shield the Sacklers’ decabillion-dollar fortune from thousands of lawsuits. Goldin believed he needed to feel the glare of the media spotlight. At the time, I had moved on to other things. I passed. The judge made his ruling. The Sacklers kept their money. We all make our own beds. Most of us are not Nan Goldin, but not because we couldn’t be.

This article appears in the December 2022 issue of Artforum.

Christopher Glazek is a writer based in New York and Mexico City.

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Juxtapoz Magazine – Radio Juxtapoz, ep 100: Romantic Lowlife Fantasies and Little Bit of Hope




Yes, here we are Radio Juxtapoz turning 100. And what kind of turning 100 and then looking back on the golden age of… well, floating adulthood? For this 100th episode, we sit down with Laura June Kirsch on her new photo book. Romantic Lowlife Fantasies: Rising Adults in the Age of Hope, a look at the singular era that was the Obama years, and what many would see as both carnal, funny, debauched and indeed, we must say, the literal end of an era. These may be party photos, but there is something more unique in Kirsch’s photos, a time when music, art, corporate events, food culture, beer culture, festivals and a young generation of entrepreneurs and creatives came together for a party. And the party went a little further.

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Full disclosure, I helped edit this book with Laura and wrote something in the book’s introduction that I still truly believe in today:

“I worked on this book with Laura via Zoom, and it almost seems like it has to be. Perhaps it was necessary to rekindle a sense of nostalgia, but I think in a moment of hiatus and lack of socializing, Laura could begin to articulate what that era was like. She was here. She participated. There’s no judgment in these photos because it was a time when expectations and societal norms didn’t matter much. That’s why I love these photos, love their stories about each moment as it randomly appears and disappears in each of them. I only dipped my toe into these scenes, but I understood a sense of dynamism in the age of hope for our generation. This book is perhaps a chapter close. There might be the new Roaring 20s on the horizon, but that’s what makes this era so bizarre and disastrously wonderful. She wasn’t born out of a time when we couldn’t interact, when our live music, bars and nightlife were taken from us. Romantic Lowlife Fantasies was literally a moment when we all decided together that life didn’t need a schedule. These photos are fun, a word we don’t use often enough in our vernacular, and Laura captures what it was like to just have this amazing community spirit and damn fun.” —Evan Prico

The Radio Juxtapoz Podcast is hosted by FIFTH WALL TV’s Doug Gillen and Juxtapoz Editor Evan Pricco. Episode 100 was taped in NYC in November 2022. follow us on @radioCentre County Report //

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Your Miami Art Week Bingo Card Is Here




You’ve only just digested your fourth helping of Thanksgiving filling, but alas, Miami Art Week is just around the corner. Every year is the same: just as we gear up for the holiday season, this annual bonanza of wealth and excess hits us in the face in the face of looming international crises. For those working at Art Basel Miami Beach or any of the other fairs, remember: drink and comfortable shoes are your friends, and no deal has gone wrong that a corona can’t fix. And if you’re visiting, be nice to locals and tip your drug dealer.

See you there, I’ll be the one speaking in Spanish to the iguana in line for the overpriced coffee – oh hey BINGO!

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