J.G. Ballard Documentary | The Unlimited Dream Company
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- Опубликовано: 18 окт 2024
- The Unlimited Dream Company, written, edited & directed by Sam Scoggins. 16mm, 24 mins, color, 1983.
The British science fiction writer J.G. BALLARD talks about his life and work. Meanwhile a crashed pilot stalks the landscapes of his dreams. The film is concerned with what constitutes an adequate picture of a person, the role of the imagination in transforming the world.
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first handed a copy of Atrocity Exhibition (as well as a copy of Trout Fishing in America) when fourteen... saved me from having mundane thinking patterns set in...
"Accuracy, that last refuge of the unimaginative, doesn't matter a hoot."
It's now 2024. Country Club? Perhaps it came and went. Abstraction? Certainly. The very fact I'm watching this 40 years after it was filmed, in my own house, on my computer, has to mean something.
Currently reading "The Complete Stories of J. G. Ballard," and I find myself in a different reality...
I remember reading stories of Ballard back in college in the 90's (Concrete Island and Crash, etc) and recently reading his book "The Day of Creation" and then seeing the movie "High-Rise." I finally got his collected short stories off of eBay for a decent price...
Indeed. I think we are just at the start of it really when the porno, high definition, violence gets going in virtual reality. Anybody under 35 now seems totally immersed in their phones and social media. It's pernicious because creeping. You wake up and slowly discover you can no longer book a ticket, check the weather without an app, a phone and so on.
He introduced himself as sf writer... surprising...
A verb a noun and a car crash. A verb a noun and a shopping mall. A verb a noun and JFK, I love JG Ballard's elegant style, but I have to confess, his 'ideas' are banal. 'The suburbs dream of violence.' Lol, wtf does that even mean?
It means that you cannot contain the human animal in bland, inorganic safe spaces and imagine that history has ended, that the animal will stop being an animal
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