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Disappointed! / Seth Freilich

Trailers | July 2, 2009 | Comments (13)

In my younger days, I thought I might wind up doing something creative and artistic with my life, little knowing that my future actually held shit like endless arguments over document production and conference calls and briefs which will be edited into meandering garbage and conference calls and thrilling patents and oh the motherfucking conference calls (lawyering … get some!). Anyways, when I was a starry-eyed creative type, one of the things I thought about doing one day was putting together a book or a documentary about art in public spaces, specifically focusing on murals and posters. The mural part was inspired by all the kick-ass murals in Philly, one of my favorite things about the city. The posters part, I think, was inspired by a trip to London.

So when I discovered, last night, a recent documentary that’s been screening, one which purports to be “a candid look at the underground poster culture in North America” and “the creative spirit that drives these indie graphic artists,” I was stoked. I’ll never see my idea come to fruition by my own hand, but perhaps Died Young, Stayed Pretty had taken care of one part of it for me.

Not so much, I suspect. I knew we were off to bad start with this trailer right from the get-go when some motherfuckers started disparaging pink octopi. And shit only goes downhill from there because, brother, this thing looks meandering and boring. Fantastic idea for a flick but, if this trailer is any reasonable representation of the tone and editing and presentation of the film, what a waste of an awesome subject. In fact, the posters for the flick, which are on its website (and I piece of which I used for this entry’s header image), are way more interesting than the trailer.

But you can decide for yourself.


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Comments

As a creative type who, in his younger days (okay, MUCH younger days) thought he'd be a lawyer, let me just urge you not to underestimate the value of having the ability to provide for yourself. It's tough out here for an artist!

Now, what's this about a trailer?

Posted by: Armando at July 2, 2009 10:03 AM


Die young, stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell 'em you're dead and wither away

-Blondie

I think I like the song better.

Posted by: Che Grovera at July 2, 2009 10:07 AM

blergh. Couldn't stand art school because EVERYONE was like this.

Posted by: jasper at July 2, 2009 10:08 AM

In my younger days I used to sport a 'stache. When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag. Always had an apple for my teacher 'cuz I knew I'd get a kiss. Always got mad when class was dismissed.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at July 2, 2009 10:10 AM

The two guys at the beginning made me want to cock punch them. You won't produce your art because somebody esle has used an octopus? Ummm, isn't art about expression? Who cares if someone else has done something similar?

Posted by: admin at July 2, 2009 10:12 AM

Fun fact: There's a mural on the way to one of the apartments I do my scene at that features an angry vagina monster. Literally. Eyes, teeth, labia, everything. This is what gay people think of when they hear "vagina".

Posted by: Jeremy Feist at July 2, 2009 10:14 AM

How many of us are lawyers here? Seems like a lot. How many of us pictured ourselves doing something creative? I think lawyers are dispropotionately asshole-ish because most of us fancied ourselves artists at some point in time and that creative dream has been papered over by motions, documents, depositions and well, yes, money. I know lots of lawyers who were once drummers, actors, writers, etc. Maybe that's the genesis of the Pajiba snark in general--yearning for our own creative outlet and in turn being scathingly resentful when those who are blessed with the resources and opportunity (and to be fair, guts) to create art instead create shit.

Posted by: Amberlark at July 2, 2009 10:16 AM

Amberlark:

I think you're right. I'm a recovering lawyer (although my day job still requires me to participate in document editing by committee). Boozehound is a lawyer. I think B'Slim is also. Sarina The Pie Hater has some connection with law.

As for wanting to do something creative, I harbour an unhealthy resentment against the trust-fund babes I went to Law School with who were able to "play" at being lawyers while they did other things (such as launching new magazines with Daddy's money) because they didn't need the salaries. But I'm sure that great novel will spring forth someday when I'm not too tired from working full-time and then teaching at night (or maybe if I just didn't spend my free time commenting on Pajiba).

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 2, 2009 10:33 AM

This can't be completely earnest. Some of these have got to be trying to be a complete and utter tool.
"I used to be underground but now I'm kinda overground"
That had to be a joke, right?

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at July 2, 2009 10:33 AM

Most people's "art" doesn't seem to be all that great, so it's just as well they became lawyers. Too often, "indie" is another word for "douchebag."

Posted by: Slash at July 2, 2009 10:47 AM


zzzzzzz.... huh?

Posted by: Drake at July 2, 2009 10:51 AM

Disparage the pink octopi all you like, but disparage the blue octopus and there's gonna be trouble, and by "trouble" I mean you'll be staring down the barrel of the MurderTank (TM).

And nobody wants that.

Well, I'd like it, a little, if I got to pull the trigger.

Posted by: , (the commenter etc. etc.) at July 2, 2009 10:55 AM

Seth, you have inspired this starry-eyed young law student! If my future is as bright as you say, I am going to outline even more assiduously, back-stab my classmates more viciously and kiss professorial ass with never before seen ardor!

Posted by: sillymonster at July 3, 2009 11:35 AM