Saturday, June 19, 2010

Dope Director: Sion Sono (part two)

So we're back to the Japan Society screening room. It's summer 2007, somewhere during the NYAFF, and I just witnessed Sion Sono's Q&A w/ the audience after viewing エクステ/Exte. I knew, in order to fully "get" this director, whose deft and effective tongue-in-cheek slam to the J-Horror genre truly captivated, I'd need to seek out every available Sono-directed film. Unfortunately, his earlier, experimental works around his guerilla poetry days are, thus far, nigh-impossible to find stateside. I knew I wouldn't have that trouble w/ his (in)famous 自殺サークル/Suicide Club, but I couldn't Ignore 奇妙なサーカス/Strange Circus, either. This film bears a garish reputation that precedes it in a similar vein to Suicide Club. It's quite violent but moreover highly erotic, and the plot trundles from a shocking series of scenes to this surreal, fractured reality like an Autechre tune halfway through. It is a disturbing, immersive experience. I've seen Strange Circus three times.


I begin w/ the broader points: Sono leads in on a disconcerting note, a soft-focus night circus, straight out of David Lynch's Blue Velvet. If you're afraid of clowns or creaking ferris wheels, then it's going to be rough going. A bejewelled drag queen works up the audience, asks for a volunteer for the guillotine, and gets the cute-as-a-button Mitsuko (played here by Rie Kuwana), who seems resigned to getting her head cut off. She has a voiceover here about "being born at the execution stand" and "the various traps around her house", which are repeated multiple times in the film, appropriately like reading from a script, and we fade to her home. Their house is this creepy, sparkling-clean Victorian-ish mansion, which I don't know WHERE in Tokyo (unless this isn't Tokyo) one would find a place this huge (Roppongi Hills, maybe?) — it's seemingly totally disconnected from reality, always flooded w/ sunlight except in the times where the walls are bathed w/ a slick, blood-red tarp like the inside of a human heart. She accidentally walks in on her parents having sex, which opens a Pandora's Box of deviance. The sex-crazed dad locks Mitsuko in a cello case equipped w/ a peephole, forcing her to watch his rough coitus w/ her mom, then taunting her as a naughty child for watching. Eventually Mom figures out he's been sleeping with their daughter, which seems to piss her off more than disgust her, and she repeatedly beats the girl. They have it out on the top of the stairs and Mom loses her footing, falls, dies. Dad reminds Mitsuko that they're in this together now, continues to rape her, and she attempts suicide by leaping off a bridge into the river. She lives, paralyzed from the waist down (Dad reminds her to keep their "relationship" a secret), and Mai Takahashi takes over as the teen MItsuko, beautiful but insolent, wheeling about their mansion that is now like the set of a porn film, Dad always berobed, banging various PYTs while ignoring his paraplegic daughter. In a fit of rage, she takes a kitchen knife and begins stabbing her own immobile legs (here Yoshihiro Nishimura steps in for the viscous SFX) — another suicide attempt thwarted and suddenly...


...we meet "paraplegic" author Taeko (Masumi MIyazaki), her lewd editor Tomorowo Taguchi (despite the moustache, the nervy character from Tetsuo is totally present) and his assistant Yuji (Issei Ishida), who is somehow inexplicably drawn to Taeko, but (it's repeated many times) not in a sexual way. So supposedly everything in the previous paragraph comes from Taeko's mind, it's a story she's writing, but she keeps blurring the line b/w that world and her own, while changing elements of the story throughout the film. This time Mitsuko falls down the stairs and dies and Mom attempts to become her, posing as her daughter at school, trying to commit suicide later. Then we learn Taeko doesn't really need the wheelchair and that the somewhat androgynous Yuji, who becomes increasingly dramatic throughout the 2nd 1/2 of the film, claims to be related to her. And is Taeko supposed to be the Mom? Is Yuji Mitsuko? Is any of this real? What the hell is Sono-san doing?
I navigate this best as a series of hyperboles: there is the core narrative (girl in a spiraling, destructive relationship w/ her father, and she may or may not have accidentally contributed to her mother's death), then there are the egregious points. Once he rapes Mitsuko, Dad is shown ALWAYS having sex, limitlessly potent and controlling. The luxurious, ornate house is echoed in Taeko's baroque "studio". The circus itself is the subconscious — whose that is is left for us to decide, but in the end, it's Taeko at the guillotine, Mitsuko and Yuji waving in the audience, and the Dad as executioner.


And we're back to Exte. Newbie Sono-watchers should NOT see Strange Circus as their first film. It epitomizes the notion of a "difficult" film, IMO the most challenging in Sono's oeuvre (that I've seen, anyway), and that's 1/2 due to the mutable story-w/in-a-story plot and 1/2 due to the bone-chilling subject matter. I even wonder if Suicide Club is the proper initiate for a newbie Sono fan, though it certainly makes sense as it's his best-known, at least stateside. But Exte was my first, and it could be YOUR first too, and to no harm at all. It contains many of Sono's recurring elements (the family, a sense of place and surroundings, oblique violence) while handedly turning a popular commercial genre, J-Horror, on its ear. And it's no pushover, either: the shock and gore are at a premium here, and Exte has its "jump" moments, but Sono paces the body horror w/ darkly humorous episodes enclosed around a disarmingly emotive family drama. Rather than a simplistic farce, Exte is an extremely masterful work of art. It begins purposefully cliché, w/ security (led by the inexhaustible Yuji Takana) checking out a suspicious shipping crate filled w/ hair extensions on the docks of an unIDed Japanese city. One of the guards remarks here about the trendiness of said "エクステ" (echoing back to Suicide Club, where a somewhat oblivious cop remarks on the trendiness of one-point tattoos amid Tokyo's youth), the corpse of a girl hidden w/in the hair falls into view, and we have the makings of a garden-variety J-Horror film.


Sono-san immediately reminds us this is not the case at all: 1) we meet morgue worker Yamazaki (legendary actor Ren Osugi, in perhaps his most over-the-top role, which he should have received loads of accolades), who sports an incredibly leery predilection for women's hair (specifically the corpse's) and 2) we meet Yuko (an effortless Chiaki Kuriyama), expounding her love for this seaside town whilst pedaling her bike to the beauty salon where she works. We learn some back-story on the corpse, a victim of black market organ-trade, who in Yamazaki's presence sprouts seemingly unlimited hair, from her head and every orifice. The hair-otaku, meanwhile, peddles these cursed locks as extensions to the beauty salon, where Yuko's coworkers pick them up and eventually die, violently, from the cursed hair (think the yurei, long-haired Japanese witch, but hair only). This in itself, the psycho w/ the killer hair extensions, is enough for a goofy J-Horror flick. But Sono takes it further by introducing Yuko's elder sister Kiyomi (none other than Tsugumi from Noriko's Dinner Table, in heart-of-darkness mode) and Kiyomi's adorable, abused daughter Mami. Kiyomi is a poisonous character, swatting at her little girl whilst cutting Yuko to the quick, noting that little sister has no right to castigate her parenting as Yuko had an abortion. This is Sono's message-w/in-the-horror, his family drama that complicates the ostensibly "common" J-Horror film.


Two of Sono-san's latest films screened during last year's NYAFF/Japan Cuts, which is unusual for the generally restrainedly creative director and b/c one of the two films had a 4-hour runtime. The briefer film, ちゃんと伝える/Be Sure to Share, I regrettably missed due to a scheduling conflict, but to my understanding it was Sono at his family-drama best: Dad (iconic actor Eiji Okuda) is dying of cancer and it turns out his son (Akira), who's shared a tepid relationship, has it as well. The other film, the 4-hour one, was Sono's bildungsfilm 愛のむきだし/Love Exposure. And there was NO WAY I was going to miss it. I hesitate to title Love Exposure Sono's magnum opus, as he's got many decades of filmmaking ahead of him unless he becomes so jaded he quits the biz. But Love Exposure is very close to that: nothing is wasted in the 4-hour runtime (trust me on that) and it is imbued w/ Sono elements (the family, religion and cultism, sexuality and deviance, violence — and while this is not a violent film, the brief scenes of arterial spray are all the more shocking). It is an absolutely fantastic banquet for the eyes and the soul.


In brief: Yu (Takahiro Nishijima, member of coed J-Pop band AAA, search me on that except they've been quite prolific) is raised by his super-strict Catholic priest of a father Tetsu (Atsuro Watabe) after Yu's mother passes away. Note: religion, Christianity and otherwise, is a different deal in Japan, hence why Dad was once married and has a son. Tetsu becomes more zealous following his wife's death and forces Yu to visit the confessional booth daily to confess his sins. Yu's not a decidedly bad kid, at least not "sinful" enough for his dad, so he takes it upon himself, like a very strange challenge, to sin to his utmost ability. And for him that means becoming the ninja master of upskirt photography. He's not doing it to get off, merely to appease Tetsu. Anyway, he meets a sailor-uniformed girl, Yoko (brilliantly played by Hikari Mitsushima, who Western audiences may recall as the li'l sis from Death Note), having a run-in w/ thugs. She handedly beats some of them up and Yu comes to her aid to finish the others off, whilst madly falling in love w/ her. The slo-mo shots of her roundhouse-kicking the baddies, replete w/ convenient glimpses of her stomach and panties, have Yu all shook up. Only: he's dressed in drag (for losing a bet) so when the dust settles Yoko thinks she's got a girl for an ally and kind of likes that. Enter Aya (Sakura Ando), member of the "Zero Church" cult, one of Yu's upskirt victims. She can't get over why he's not aroused by his perverted past-time, so she gets at him by stealing Yoko away. So now Yu is pining for Yoko, Aya tricks Yoko into pining for her, and Aya attempts to convert Tetsu and his new love-interest Kaori (who happens to be Yoko's mom) to the "Zero Church".


We the audience were told ahead of time that we wouldn't see the film's title until a cool hour in, just as a watermark to how quickly the plot progressed. I thought, "yeah right", but I was quickly swept up in the action, in the backstory on Yu's mom (a devout, loving Catholic mother, promising her son he'd meet his "Mary" one day — that, according to Yu, would be Yoko). We see his uncomfortable episodes w/ his father, who chastises him for now being forthright w/ his sinning. We see Yu studying the fundamentals of upskirt photography. Then the film's theme song, Maurice Ravel's unforgettable Boléro, begins to pulse through, its wind instruments trading off that iconic solo (flute, clarinet, bassoon etc) whilst the strings swell beneath. The song continues hypnotically over its ostinato rhythm, then we see Yoko in the park tangling w/ the thugs, Yu in drag standing there dumbfounded. The title flashes over with a cannonlike boom: Love Exposure. We applauded fervently. One hour in, and it felt like 15 minutes.


The remainder of the film, Yu's growingly complicated relationship w/ Yoko, after she moves in w/ her mom and immediately distrusts him, going for Aya instead, who continues stalking Yu. The family slides into the cult, Yu tries to profess his feelings for Yoko and she calls him, through gritted teeth, the word he's become "hentai" (pervert). He's created this new world for himself, the twisted upskirt photography profession that lures in a poisonous admirer (Aya) whilst pushing away his true love (Yoko), and his drag-clad alter ego Aya caches in on to keep Yoko from him. Love Exposure was apparently six hours long and Sono begrudgingly trimmed it to four. I can only hope the American DVD release (fingers crossed) contains some of those cut scenes, b/c the 4-hour runtime does NOT feel gratuitous, nor self-absorbed. It's decidedly noncommercial yet should not be treated as solely some art-house artifact. The time literally flies by and the weight one feels upon the film's conclusion, Yu's eventual breakdown and teary-eyed reunion w/ Yoko, is less from the duration and more from the heavily emotive, sensitive story. One doesn't simply view Love Exposure: they experience it.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

fee's LIST (through 6/22)

WEDNESDAY
* "Hamilton" (dir. Matthew Porterfield, 2006) screening @ 92Y Tribeca / 200 Hudson St (1/ACE to Canal St), 8p/$12. Note the incredible floating- and fixed-camera in Jean-Luc Godard's "Breathless" and most of Taiwanese New Wave directors Tsai Ming-Liang and Hou Hsiao-Hsien's output. Now add Porterfield to that, the contemporary American director whose deft camerawork I am most excited about. This 60-minute humid summer's day working-class Baltimore slice-of-life is a brilliant, bittersweet gem.

* "Cane Toads: The Conquest in 3D" (dir. Mark Lewis, 2009) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins, G to Fulton), 6:30/9:30p (part of BAMcinemaFEST). Australia's beetle-devouring, poisonous cane toads in 3D. That's a deal-maker right there.

* Secret Show @ Death By Audio / 49 S 2nd St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 11p/$5. It's not exactly a secret anymore, but this late-night, last-minute show, feat. two bands who have just-released LPs (Beach Fossils and Wild Nothing) + one w/ hopefully an album on the way (Frankie & The Outs) epitomizes my oft-used term "dope".

THURSDAY
* "Open Studios" w/ robbinschilds @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to Courthouse Sq), part of "Greater New York", 12-2p. Check installation/performance duo robbinschilds and their work-in-progress contribution to "Greater New York", 'I came here on my own'.

* "Heat Wave" @ Lombard-Freid Projects / 531 W 26th St. Five young(ish) artists from the Middle East (plus one from Indonesia) mix culture and politics w/ popular culture. This should be an excellent platform for us to learn about the artists, for though several (Maya Schindler and Noa Charuvi from Israel) live in NY, they have rarely shown stateside.

* Summer Show @ Robert Miller Gallery / 524 W 26th St. Considering the gallery artists present here, Lee Krasner, Joseph La Piana, Robert Greene etc, I'm thinking this is a texture/perception show.

* GNY: Cinema @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to Courthouse Sq), part of "Greater New York", 3p. Feat. collab short-films "New Report" (2005) and "New Report Artist Unknown" (2006) b/w K8 Hardy and Wynne Greenwood, plus Elisabeth Subrin's "Shulie" (1997).

* Goodnight Loving (Wis) + Big Troubles @ Silent Barn / 915 Wyckoff Ave, Ridgewood (L to Halsey, M to Myrtle/Wyckoff), 8p. Popjew-curated shows tend to fall heavily on the 'dope' side. This one, w/ local garage-rockers Big Troubles and Milwaukee's jam-tastic Goodnight Loving (their 1st of several nights in the city).

FRIDAY
* Aki Sasamoto w/ Saul Melman performance @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to Courthouse Sq), part of "Greater New York", 2-4p. If you've been to the boiler room in the basement of PS1 and wondered what was up w/ those stacked salt-blocks (plus Melman's sporadic gilding of the boiler), that's all part of "Central Governor" his half of a performance w/ Sasamoto ("Skewed Lines", in a cocoon-like loft in the back).

* Andy Warhol "The Last Decade" @ Brooklyn Museum / 200 Eastern Parkway, Park Slope (23 to Eastern Parkway/Brooklyn Museum). The 1st U.S. museum survey of the Pop icon's late works, from his highly abstract "Shadows" to his "Camouflage" and "Rorschach" paintings. Mind you, the Gagosian did this already back in 2006, as their inaugural 21st St location show.

* Yevgeniy Fiks "Ayn Rand in Illustrations" @ Winkleman Gallery / 621 W 27th St. Bit of a guilty pleasure maybe, and inventive, as Fiks juxtaposes Rand's texts w/ detailed renderings of Soviet Socialist Realist art.

* "Le Amiche" (dir. Michelangelo Antonioni, 1955) screenings @ Film Forum / 209 W Houston St (1 to Houston, ACE/BDFV to W 4th St). Before my favorite Italian Modernist director dove into his long-take suite w/ muse Monica Vitti (beginning of course w/ 1960's "L'Avventura"), he was already working up themes of the petite bourgeoisie (and casting gorgeous women) in 'The Girlfriends'.

* "Wah Do Dem" (dirs. Ben Chace & Sam Fleischner) screenings @ Cinema Village / 22 E 12th St (NRW/456/L to Union Square). Pale, skinny Brooklyn musician takes a meandering journey about Jamaica after missing the cruise-boat back. Call it a 21st C. odyssey, but it looks beautiful: the landscape breathes greenery and even nightfall feels sun-warmed. Plus it makes me think of Nanni Moretti's "Caro Diario", and I don't just mean the moped trip.

* "Taxi Driver" (dir. Martin Scorsese, 1976) midnight screening @ Sunshine Cinema / 143 E Houston St (FV to 2nd Ave). I don't know what's hotter, relatively speaking: wiry, mohawked Robert De Niro, waifish Jodie Foster, or Harvey Keitel as a pimp. Hell, it made for my favorite season of Junya Watanabe menswear. ALSO SAT

* Ducktails + Wild Nothing @ Monster Island Basement / 128 River St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p. Summertime proper washes in on a wave of guitar loops and synthy psychedelia, courtesy of Matt Mondaile (Ducktails, + Real Estate's shimmering guitarist) and amigos. w/ Velvet Davenport.

* Goodnight Loving (Wis) @ Bruar Falls / 245 Grand St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p/$8. Night #2 of Milwaukee's Goodnight Loving should be a little faster and dirtier, w/ inclusion of locals Ex Humans, and that's fine with me.

SATURDAY
* Rotating Gallery 2 "the backroom", curated by Kate Fowle @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave, Long Island City (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, G to Courthouse Square), part of "Greater New York". ICI Executive Director Fowle creates Rotation 2 (of 4) during "Greater New York", a sort-of research-room full of her artists' inspirations and source materials.

SUNDAY
* Heliotropes + Librarians @ Glasslands / 289 Kent Ave, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 7p/$7. A benefit for the Montcoal, WV mining disaster, w/ Morgantown's indie boys Librarians + the sweet, sweet dissonance of Brooklyn's Heliotropes, who currently claim the distinction of 'my new favorite band'.

* Talib Kweli & friends feat. Jean Grae @ Brooklyn Bowl / 61 Wythe Ave, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p/$5. I think I 1st caught Jean Grae on an Immortal Technique track, "The Illest", back in the day, and brother she is an ILL MC. I've got my fingers crossed Kweli joins her for "Say Something".

TUESDAY
* Ducktails + Nonhorse @ Silent Barn / 915 Wyckoff Ave, Ridgewood (L to Halsey, M to Myrtle/Wyckoff), 8p. Tape-heads rule tonight, w/ Nonhorse's sound-scaping freakouts and Human Resource's Oval-ish interventions, then Matt Mondaile (Ducktails/Real Estate) adds a guitar to the mix.

CURRENT SHOWS
* "Homunculi" curated by Trinie Dalton @ Canada / 55 Chrystie St. An appropriately physical show, w/ strong works by Allison Schulnik (doing the impasto thing well, like a 'bouquet of flowers' painting), Matt Greene (and I must say, I'm really impressed w/ his works here) and Ruby Neri, particularly her doll-like duo, resembling like a delicate cross b/w Louise Bourgeois' knit figures and Folkert de Jong.

* Allison Katz "Le Tit." @ Rachel Uffner Gallery / 47 Orchard St. These glistening oil paintings, in a range of sizes and on canvas, linen and panel, bounce between soft-edged Fauvism and harder abstraction, but Katz has a strong command of lines and figures throughout. I look forward to seeing more from her.

* "Depth Perception" @ Stephan Stoyanov Gallery / 29 Orchard St. A smart group show that juuust takes you off-balance enough w/o pitching you over the edge. Thomas Eller's compressed photo-assemblage is actually the most static work in the show, against Geoff Kleem's gently trippy "The Good Forest" (use the supplied 3D glasses), Roland Flexner's drizzly blue-tinted prints (compare w/ his sumi-e 'landscapes' from this past Whitney Biennial), and Claire Ellen Corey's swirling Monet-inspired "Cove".
+ "Sites of Memory", downstairs gallery. William Stover curated this excellent architecture-imbued group show in the cavernous lower gallery. It's a bit like experiencing the basement of PS1 for the 1st time, so take your time and don't miss a thing. Highlights: Rebecca Chamberlain's (of 2010 VOLTA NY) triptych ink interiors, Eva Davidova's disarming metallic photocollage, and typically strong offerings from Candida Hofer, Rachel Whiteread and the Bechers (plus don't miss Nina Waisman's sound installation). A deft interplay w/ the upstairs show.

* Richard Kalina "A Survey" @ Lennon, Weinberg Gallery / 514 W 25th St. Big Kalina fan here, I dig his particular type of abstraction, which I know best as kids' breakfast cereal-colored geometric collage-paintings. This 40-year look at his oeuvre necessarily solidifies his presence, from early '80s castle- and ocean-inspired paintings that echo the strong lines of Charles Demuth to contrasty b&ws and eventually the dotty, patterened canvases I'm used to seeing.

* "Process/Abstraction" @ Paul Kasmin Gallery / 293 10th Ave. Let's get this out of the way: this is a dude-only show of process-driven abstraction, so in that sense it's predictable. In another sense: it's a satisfying show, in places. Hell, anytime Christopher Wool is included (here on of his telltale photocopy-ish enamel on linens) I'm game. His outdoes Nathan Hylden's acrylic on aluminum, as Morris Louis' chromatic eruption blasts Ian Davenport's admittedly laborious acrylic outta there. Double props to the perception-screwing Kenneth Noland and the refreshingly reductive Zak Prekop (of "Greater New York").

* Chris Astley "Geronimo" @ BravinLee Programs / 526 W 26th St #211. You might not believe it by reading the description — 2 doz.+ bags, filled w/ wet cement then, after hardening, painted and stacked upon one another — but Astley's fortlike installation in the gallery is both transfixing and oddly organic, almost like a Philip Guston background come to life.

* Leslie Wayne "One Big Love" @ Jack Shainman Gallery / 513 W 20th St. So there's this idea of impasto — thickly applied paint to the surface — then there's Wayne's signature violent, mesmerizingly beautiful version. She slathers the canvas, rips up parts months later, folding them onto themselves and then adds more paint, more layers. The end result are jewel-sized miracles that can resemble impossibly-colored wood-shavings, seashell insides, arctic landscapes, plastic food, and at the most 'simplistic' acid-colored twisted affairs not entirely unlike Steven Parrino. I dig, I dig.

* Sherrie Levine @ Mary Boone Gallery / 745 Fifth Ave. This is a great elegant take on Levine's redoubling, in a classic look at her oeuvre. The standout "Newborn (Black/White)" installation, four cast-glass Brancusi redoes on borrowed pianos (taken in spirit from a Brancusi home installation photo), is soothing: the relative scales of the delicate sculpture against their super-sized 'display platforms' works well. Levine's cheeky answer to Duchamp in "Fountain (Buddha)" is a shiny, cast-bronze wonder, esp. when you observe the reflections in the interior surfaces. And her framed and painted wood works from the mid-'80s show a hand-crafted Levine that you just might not be that familiar with.

* Hany Armanious "Birth of Venus" @ Foxy Production / 623 W 27th St. At the offset, Armanious' 2nd solo show at the gallery may seem quite a bit quieter (and smell better) than his alarming "Year oft the Pig Sty" installation in 2007, but his core practice of meticulous object-castings is in full form here. Don't miss checking everything from all angles, like the underside of the metaphysical "Effigy of an Effigy with Mirage" or the charmingly named "Party Pooper". Things, as they say, are NOT always what they appear.

* Mike Kelley "Arenas" @ Skarstedt Gallery / 20 E 79th St. Bring a hankie: Kelley's classic circa-1990 'Arenas', aka stuffed toys with blankets on the gallery floor, conjure powerful sensations of nostalgia, let alone transgressive anthropomorphizing. Seven of the eleven originals assembled here for the 1st time since their debut installation. Don't miss it.

LAST CHANCE
* Lee Bul @ Lehmann Maupin / 201 Chrystie St. I'm all about the flotilla of compressed/abstracted wood-and-metal architecture hanging in Lee's new exhibition. It's a great 'next step' for the artist, moving beyond the highly-accessorized glitz of her previous show into something cleaner, sharper and much darker.

* Shirazeh Houshiary "Light Darkness" @ Lehmann Maupin / 540 W 26th St. Houshiary's meticulous networks of screenlike colored-pencil lines, interwoven with washes of aquacryl, produce these shadowy optical effects like Will O' the Wisps or sunsets. And don't miss the two video works in the side gallery, which are excellent and further impart her methodology: stare at them long enough and reenter the main gallery, and the static works may well appear to be shimmering.

* Ghada Amer "Color Misbehavior" @ Cheim & Read / 547 W 25th St. More like 'color exuberance', which doesn't quite have the same ring, though it rings true to Amer's fantastic 1st show at the gallery. Her signature embroidered and acrylic-wash renderings of female nudes, from cheeky juvenile posturing to straight out of a porno mag, take on richly patterned, Manala-like forms in such psychedelic works as "Waterfall" and "The Black Bang". A series of works on paper, showcasing both her deftness w/ just needle and thread and her unique take on watercolor, complete the exhibition.

* Richard Prince "Tiffany Paintings" @ Gagosian / 980 Madison Ave. Richard Prince "Tiffany Paintings". At 1st blush, Prince's latest output doesn't have the sort of 'meat' one can visually latch onto like his fab "Canal Zone" show two years ago (or his various "Nurses", "Hoods", "Cowboys" etc). But when you slow down and take in these overall minimalist paintings — the basic formula is a Tiffany's ad in the upper right corner, surrounded on two sides by swaths of monochromatic haze — it all starts to make sense. Underneath layers of paint lie obits, some barely readable, to Richard Pryor and Bob Richardson (in "Even Lower Manhattan"), to Tom Wesselmann (in "Christmas"), to Karel Appel ("The Motor") — to the incredibly touching one for Dash Snow ("The Finish" — in which Prince selected words from the NY Times, not included in Roberta Smith's Snow obit, for emphasis: 'nice', 'good', 'happy', 'beautiful'). These are incredibly personal — and personalized — works. And the most abstract of the lot, "Stranded" and "Will Be Girls", where any text is lost in the noise of acrylic washes, find us most captivated as we stare deep into Prince's canvases, searching for just who he made them.

* Thomas Struth @ Marian Goodman Gallery / 24 W 57th St. Struth's gorgeous new massive C-prints are lovely, abound w/ super-crisp color and form. I have little idea what most of them are, despite their super-descriptive titles ("Stellarator Wendelstein 7-X Detail Max Planck IPP, Greifswald", "Tokamak Asdex Upgrade Periphery Max Planck IPP, Garching"), which look like chrome and wires and hazard yellows and reds, out of a James Rosenquist ultra-abstract, but I like 'em all the same.

* "Twenty-Five" @ Luhring Augustine / 531 W 24th St. Dropping the term 'greatest hits' is not to knock this exhibition, celebrating the gallery's 25th year of doing it right, putting on dope shows w/ a great roster of artists (and guests). Nearly everything's a highlight, incl. Janine Antoni's suitably visceral "Lick and Lather" (1993), Michelangelo Pistoletto's "Metrocubo d'infinito" (1966, the old dog in the show, and probably not what you're used to seeing from the artist, though he does use mirrors), Jon Kessler's enigmatic "Noriko" (1994) and Christopher Wool's bloody "Minor Mishap II" (2001).

* Kiki Smith "Lodestar" @ The Pace Gallery / 545 W 22nd St. Smith's new installation at the gallery — her 1st NY gallery exhibition in eight years — is a quiet stunner: some three dozen glass panels, tall and narrow like windows from an old house, upon which she painted figures denoting a woman's life-cycle. And while the array doesn't provide a tidy, Hollywood-style progression — though a birth factors in early on and the panes do end with a casket — the meandering walk itself, along and between the glass, is like moving through a lucid dream. You control how you progress through it, but the figures around you, the recurring young woman, the mother and the older matron, flit in and out in their own performance.

* Andy Goldsworthy "New York Dirt Water Light" @ Galerie Lelong / /528 W 26th St. An overall quiet show for the discreet landscape-manipulator, as he documents his interventions in Manhattan's busy streets. The inkjet suites depicting the public's complete obliviousness to the evaporating gutter water on the sidewalk around them is typical, but one series in particular — "Gutter Water – Night, West 43rd Street between 7th and 8th Avenues, New York, March 5, 2010" — bathed in neon, as blurred crowds totally miss the magnificent water spiral on the ground as it dissipates into nothingness, really struck a chord w/ me. How many of these seemingly innocuous, though secretly pleasing, 'interventions' exist out there for us to discover?

* Summer show @ On Stellar Rays / 133 Orchard St. I hope you've been to "Greater New York" by now, the fab 5-year survey of hot NY-based artists at MoMA PS1. This gallery has a strong showing there, and its revolving show, on for another two weeks, features participants incl Debo Eilers (pastel-hued mixed media sculpture), Zipora Fried (minimalist abstraction + screwy portraiture) and Tommy Hartung (stop-motion video).

* Jorge Pardo @ Friedrich Petzel Gallery / 537 W 22nd St. Pardo relegates himself to nearly strictly MDF and acrylic, to incredible results. The showpiece is a mazelike, interlocking series of honeycombed MDF structures, what the gallery calls a 3D library, full of Pardo's web-image reproductions (random stuff, from tigers and Princess Diana to Che Guevara and lowbrow Mike Kelley-ish humor).

* Uta Barth "...to walk without destination and to see only to see" @ Tanya Bonakdar Gallery / 521 W 21st St. 'Walking trips' sounds like such a simple concept, when the artist decided to take her camera with her and document them, including her own shadow in the diptychs and triptychs against close-ups of sun-drenched leaves. But looking at these print pairings carries a feeling not unlike waking from reverie, as the soft-blurred shapes pull into arresting focus, all the while against the elongated shadow of Barth's legs or, in one example, as foam from seawater pools around her feet. It's a mesmerizing feat, and it links beautifully w/ the special series of unseen vintage works (some of her earliest, circa '79) in the back gallery.
+ Ian Kiaer. The 'discreet installation' artist (my description) uses Alexandre Dumas' "The Black Tulip" as inspiration for this textural show, a mix of black and white elements of varying reflective qualities and mediums. Bend down for closer views, step all the way back, look from angles, interact w/ these quiet 'still-lifes' to fully experience them.

* William Pope.L "landscape + object + animal" @ Mitchell-Innes & Nash / 534 W 26th St. This is the 1st Pope.L exhibition I recall where the artist — "the friendliest Black artist in America" — is not present for his typically enduring performances. That said (and there is an ongoing performance here, w/ volunteers, called "Cusp" that involves a figure in oversized PJs, clutching a brimming cup w/ green ink on a mound of soil), Pope.L's presence is palpable in this installation, from the scattered and ripped stuffed animals to the paintings and slogans that cover the walls ("Green People Are a New Kind of Shit"). It's like he visits the gallery every night, his 2nd studio, and moves things around unbeknownst to us.

* Alison Elizabeth Taylor "Foreclosed" @ James Cohan Gallery / 533 W 26th St. Taylor's singular mastery of marquetry (intarsia wood inlay, circa the Court of Versailles) continues to amaze. Her works in this show are (on the whole) sparer, as she zeroes in on the grim details of foreclosed homes (check the sunny titles: "Shotgun Hole with Additional Vandalism", "Hole Kicked", "Pickaxe Swing"). There is a great depth to these subtler works, though, in a 3D sense, esp. in "Wires Ripped", which really looks like a gash in the wall. Several larger works, like the stunning "Security House" (which deftly renders foliage, sand, rock and feathers in various woods) round out the exhibition.

* Martin Creed @ Gavin Brown's Enterprise / 620 Greenwich St. The Scottish conceptualist created a very tactile, very IDably beautiful installation this time, blanketing the floor of the gallery w/ marble planks in varying colors. That's essentially "it", but the work stretches beyond the perimeters of the public space, into the offices and further back, organically.
+ Jonathan Horowitz. The artist restages his notorious "Go Vegan!" installation at La Frieda Meats, at 601 Washington and just around the corner from Creed's show. His work, a combo of screenprinted cute animals, portraits of vegan celeb, and video of cows being bled in a slaughterhouse work brilliantly off the steel walls, hooks, and rubbery doors of the empty meat-market. I wonder, though, if it were like in a white-box space if it would have the same propulsion. Here, though, it's excellent (though I'm still carnivorous).

* Stuart Cumberland "Gone/There" @ Nicholas Robinson Gallery / 535 W 20th St. Some of my favorite 'painterly' elements, all in one place. Take Roy Lichtenstein's Ben Day dots and recontextualize those for today, filtered through a Keith Haring palette w/ bold black squiggles and washes from Christopher Wool's world.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

A fee's LIST PSA on the 2010 NYAFF/Japan Cuts

I live and breathe film festivals. I laugh off television but I love film, especially watching them in theatres and extra-especially seeing super-indie/international/rare films back-to-back (-to-back-to-back, as the case may be) at film festivals. Dedicated subscribers to my LIST already know this. But the single NY-based film festival that gets me jonesin' more than any other is the Subway Cinema-curated New York Asian Film Festival (NYAFF), coupled w/ Japan Cuts, the festival of contemporary Japanese cinema held at Japan Society. To me, July 4 weekend doesn't = fireworks, it equals some really bonkers films from Japan (and Korea/Taiwan/China/Thailand etc). Plus fireworks. The festival begins June 25 at Lincoln Center (it moved uptown this year!) and bleeds into Japan Cuts on July 1, which continues through the 16th. Tickets for everything, the NYAFF at Lincoln Center, the special NYAFF midnight screenings at IFC Center, and the Japan Cuts films at Japan Society, are on sale circa this past Thursday. And you bet the hot tickets are going to sell out, as they do every year, way in advance. So instead of dropping the ball on you several LISTs from now, I figured I should get the word out NOW. Let you, friends, know what I am seeing, b/c whatever I am seeing is going to be very very dope. So with that:

* Ip Man 2 (dir. Wilson Yip, 2010, Hong Kong), June 25 at 9:30p. The opening night film that kicks off the 2010 festival. I caught Ip Man last year, and Donnie Yen's unparalleled performance as the man who taught Bruce Lee what he knows was riveting. This sequel features legendary Sammo Hung, who takes it back old school-style. Oh, and Hung will be present at the screening. Doubleplusgood!

* Death Kappa (dir. Tomoo Haraguchi, 2010, Japan), June 25 at midnight. The 1st of three (of four) midnight screenings at IFC Center. Hell, if I'm going to be watching a film that late, it had better have some rubber-suited monsters (particularly folkloric Japanese beasts) wreaking havoc on the metropolis, right?

* L.A. Streetfighters (dir. Park Woo-sang, 1985, Korea), June 26 at midnight. The 2nd of three (of four) midnight screenings at IFC Center. Hell, if I'm going to be watching a film that late, it had better be some obscure '80s exploitation flick from a Korean expat about middle-aged guys pretending to be young badass action stars, right?

* The Storm Warriors (dirs. The Pang Brothers, 2009, Hong Kong), June 27 at 12p. 1) I LOVE the trippy Pang Bros, specifically 'Oxide' Pang. Their new film is, to my understanding, like Harry Potter, only extremely violent and based on a manhua.

* Chaw (dir. Shin Jung-won, 2009, Korea), June 28 at 8:45p. This marauding outsized pig is probably more akin to Shin's countryman Bong Joon-ho's The Host than any American monster movie, meaning it won't suck.

* Sophie's Revenge (dir. Eva Jin, 2009, China), June 29, 4p. Full disclosure: I have no idea what it's about. I'm only seeing it b/c Ziyi Zhang is the star.

* Confessions (dir. Tetsuya Nakashima, 2010, Japan), July 1 at 9p. The 1st Japan Cuts film AND the centerpiece of the NYAFF. AND this is by Nakashima, whose psychedelic-tinged emotional rollercoaster Memories of Matsuko has YET to get proper distribution in the States. "Confessions" was a #1 Stunner at 2010 Cannes. Write that one down, people.

* Pink Power Strikes Back! (various dir, Japan), July 2 at midnight. The 3rd of three (of four) midnight screenings at IFC Center. Hell, if I'm going to be watching a film that late, it had better be some daisy-chained "pink eiga" (Japan-particular softcore porn).

* Alien v. Ninja (dir. Seiji Chiba, 2010, Japan), July 3 at 6p. Repeat that title to yourself several times. Think about it. This, people, is precisely why the NYAFF/Japan Cuts is so very essential.

* Mutant Girls Squad (dirs. Noboru Iguchi, Yoshihiro Nishimura, Tak Sakaguchi, 2010, Japan), July 3 at 8:30p. I just used that excuse above but THIS is precisely why the NYAFF/Japan Cuts is so very essential. Japan's three hottest splattercore directors team up for an ultra-twisted all-girl ultraviolent X-Men-type endeavor. Plus the directors are in the house and there's a majyah Sushi Typhoon bash afterward. I am crossing my fingers the actresses will be present as well!

* Symbol (dir. Hitoshi Matsumoto, 2009, Japan), July 4 at 1p. I honestly have absolutely no idea what this film is about, except the director is a phenom. I'd nearly equate it to Matthew Barney's Cremaster 4 but I'm not going to diss Matsumoto-san.

* Castaway on the Moon (dir. Lee Hey-jun, 2009, Korea), July 4 at 3p. Another totally distorted romantic comedy, as only Korea can do. Last year my pick was Lee Kyeong-mi's Crush and Blush. This year, it's a down-and-out young salaryman and an agoraphobic girl. It could be the makings of a Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children tale, if Piranha Press still existed.

* Doman Seman (dir. Go Shibata, 2010, Japan), July 7 at 5:45p. That is the actual Japanese title, and I have no idea what that means... but I believe there is a lot of psylocibin usage in this film.

* Parade (dir. Isao Yukisada, 2009, Japan), July 9 at 9p. Mix Friends w/ Cruel Intentions, only the cast is the hottest young Japanese star(let)s around and the film doesn't suck. I have been biding my time to see this beauty.

* Zero Focus (dir. Isshin Inudou, 2009, Japan), July 15 at 9p. What little I know about this supposedly Hitchcockian film is that it boasts an A-list coup of Japanese actresses (Miki Nakatani, Ryoko Hirosue, Tae Kimura) plus, ahem, Takeshi Kaga (aka "Chairman Kaga").

That's just what I've got tickets for NOW. I could always add a few... There are some shows that have conflicts w/ my schedule (Yuya Ishii's Sawako Decides, Hun Jang's Secret Reunion) that I am trying to work around. Another, Isao Yukisada's Crying Out Love, in the Center of the World, I saw on a flight from NYC to Narita Airport, Tokyo, and I highly recommend it. So browse the schedules and, if anything interests you (and it will!), I strongly advise you to book your tickets early. And stay tuned to my LIST, as I will be practically live-blogging my takes on what I am seeing (if I'm not already too blazed/overstimulated).

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Dope Director: Sion Sono (part one)

A strong undercurrent of family drama runs through Sion Sono's films, beginning with the independent work and internationally renowned — and notorious — 自殺サークル/Suicide Club from 2002 onward. I give Bong Joon-ho enormous props for his Western market breakout success in 괴물/The Host, masking the family drama in a popcorn monster movie like bitter medicine mixed w/ honey, but Sono-san has performed this deft feat for years, to fulfilling effect for we the viewers. This holds true for Sono's cheeky, unrestrained jab at J-Horror, the exploded genre (re)adapted continually by either Western directors or by the original Japanese — long black hair, yurei-style — and I'm talking about エクステ/Exte from 2007, which, believe it or not, despite the "killer hair extensions" subhed, is, at its heart, a family drama.


But I'm getting ahead of myself, only...this is how I got into Sono. Exte, at the 2007 NYAFF/Japan Cuts film festival. I'd HEARD of Sono, specifically his Suicide Club film, which at that time carried w/ it the methodically chosen words of Kinji Fukasaku's Battle Royale (which I'd seen, in university). I'd meant to view Suicide Club, going off the understanding that 1) it's really shockingly violent and 2) Western audiences tend to not understand it, but for whatever reason I slacked and saw Exte first. I also met Sono at the Q&A — he and his perpetual derby hat — and audience members made comparisons to his other films, Suicide Club of course but also Strange Circus, and I knew something was up. I'd just seen Exte, which challenged notions of stock J-Horror whilst infusing it w/ a family dynamic b/w the lead Chiaki Kuriyama, her screwed up sister (played by Tsugumi), and Tsugumi's cutie-pie niece — plus an allusion to Kuriyama's character's abortion. This director had achieved something VERY interesting, and if this energy resonated in his earlier films, as gleaned from audience input, I had to see them all.


1st thing you need to realize about Suicide Club is the points I alluded to above (specifically the shocking violence) are very much in effect, though this is ostensibly a "family drama". Gore SFX expert and filmmaker Yoshihiro Nishimura (I'm a big fan) collaborated w/ Sono, which is evident like three minutes into the film. The "money shot" — the one that earned Suicide Club its gruesome membership to a club of other extremely violent Japanese films (Takashi Miike's 殺し屋1/Ichi the Killer and Audition, Fukasaku's aforementioned Battle Royale) — comes straight off, sending the film onto an unhinged-roller-coaster-ride. That shot: 54 high-school girls, loose-socks and preppy uniforms and all that, step forward en masse on a Shinjuku station platform, lock hands, and leap in front of an express train. The tidal wave of blood that follows, splashing the windows and spraying waiting passengers, is accompanied by the innocuous Tokyo subway-specific sounds (the musical tone when a train approaches, the robot woman's voice announcing arrivals/departures). Perhaps the most unsettling thing here, even beyond the shot of a girl's head being crushed watermelon-like by a train wheel, is that these HS girls seemed HAPPY as they approached their certain deaths. What is going on here, and what is Sono trying to say?? As the police come in, led admirably by Ryo Ishibashi (who seems to never get a good break; he was the hapless guy in Audition) and Masatoshi Nagase (all limbs and nerves; think Jo Odagiri in 10 years), they don't seem to "get it" either. This is where my point two (the "seemingly opaque" plot) comes in: you don't need to be Japanese to understand what just happened, nor what Sono achieves in Suicide Club. You don't even necessarily need to be a Japanese language student (like I am), partial to cultural nuances gleaned from grammar studies and conversation. But it helps A LOT, if you're neither of these things, to at least have an interest in Japanese culture — both the classical (animism, spirituality) and contemporary (youth dynamics, "fitting in").


And while the 54 girls jumping in front of the train remains burned into my consciousness, it's not the most disturbing scene for me. That award goes to the high-school rooftop, where the students are talking about the suicides and agreeing, rather lightheartedly it would seem, to die now, w/ one another. A group approaches the ledge, deciding to do just that. Most of them jump and the remainder, after some shaky hesitation, follow suit. Think about that for a moment: they agreed to follow their friends in death, and not even their peers, disconnected to that conversation, can talk them back down from jumping. What SHOULD be a clear sign of the adults' disconnect to the young (dying) people is Ishibashi's relationship w/ his family. His son and daughter (and eventually his wife) are all fans of this prepackaged J-Pop group Dezāto (intentionally romanized as "Dessart", "Dessret", and "Desert" in the film) and their saccharine anthem "Mail Me". Pay attention here, b/c Ishibashi certainly isn't! This one and the other two Dezāto songs, "Puzzle" and "Live As You Please" (during the end credits) meant to be way more than innocuous background music. Themes of connection (waiting for your best friend's phone call/email, how one fits into the world w/ the jigsaw puzzle metaphor) are explicitly spelled out by Dezāto, chirpily annoying though the girls may be. That's why Ishibashi's own suicide — he shoots himself in the mouth after returning to find his family killed themselves — should not come as a huge shocker. It is obvious leading up to this point that the "case", the many seemingly unrelated suicides, are wearing him down, yet he is visibly aloof from his own wife and kids. When the cops stake out the train platforms on several other occasions, on the tip that a group of students would jump again, they see instead a whole host of capable subjects: drunken salarymen, forlorn and withdrawn figures, bubbly high-school students, stressed mothers. To them, the law enforcers, ANY of these people — ALL of them — could be jumpers. And as a group of girls approach the platform's painted yellow line as the train approaches and they DON'T jump — here the cops and we the viewers gasp for air — the officers have no idea what they are dealing with. The adult response to the suicides — hyperbolized by the Ziggy Stardust-ish visual kei rocker Rolly, taking credit for his so-called "suicide club" of drugs, murder and sex — further accentuates this generational rift. Its key antithesis is young Saya Hagiwara's reaction to her boyfriend's death: she finds his chalk outline in the street and, overcome w/ grief, lays in it, futilely trying to reconnect w/ him.

(many thanks to Baptism of Blood for the Suicide Club screen-grabs)


Sono followed Suicide Club with 紀子の食卓 /Noriko's Dinner Table, a breathtaking 2.5 hr companion film — centered around the events of Suicide Club, from a specific tangent to the action — and my favorite of his oeuvre. It enlightens upon one of the key elements of Suicide Club, the question "are you connected to yourself?", w/o dispelling all the mysteries of that film. But just in focusing on this interconnectivity, via a Toyokawa-based family and many "rental families" in big-city Tokyo, Sono created an entirely relatable family drama. The universal ideas of generational gaps, family ties, communication v. alienation and mass media, can and do apply everywhere. Titular character Noriko (wonderfully Kazue Fukiishi, who I knew as the "serious" member of the Babbling Hotsprings Vixens from Katsuhito Ishii's ナイスの森 /Funky Forest), the elder of two sisters in a typical countryside family, is totally put out w/ her dull existence and goofy journalist father Tetsuzo (Ken Mitsuishi, wonderfully again). She befriends some Tokyo girls and flees one night to the city to meet up w/ the ringleader "Ueno54" (bewitchingly Tsugumi), a slightly punkish girl her age named Kumiko. Only...Kumiko is accompanied by her "family", dad, mom and younger bro. They ride in a minivan to go visit Grandma, while Kumiko changes from her punkish outfit into a schoolgirl uniform. Everyone is having a kickass time at Grandma's house: they eat, recant travel tales and Noriko is part of the action. Then they load up the van...to visit another Grandma. Only, this time Dad's smoking a cigarette and the family is deadpan (save Noriko, who is tremendously confused) until Grandma appears in line-of-sight, then it's cheers and laughter, presents and food, all that family warmth they'd just had at other Grandma's. Then they load up the van...do you see where this is going? Kumiko is an integral member of a "family rental" organization, she plays the role of daughter/spouse/jilted lover/sister what-have-you, to paying clients. In this instance, everyone was "fake", yet for that allotted time (like 1/2 hour w/ the Grandmas) they were "family", they were "connected". Do you see the relation to Suicide Club?


Noriko is slow on the uptake, as any of us probably would be in her situation. I mean, she came to Tokyo to find Kumiko (Ueno54) and those other girls, yet now she's playing a role in "families". She finally "gets it" when she and Kumiko don early '80s punk attire and go visit some drunken mop-haired guy in his ramshackle house. He's the "dad", they're the "runaway daughters". He berates them in extremely rough language, Kumiko cries, he smacks Kumiko across the face. Then Noriko, instinctively/automatically, shouts "Stop it, Dad!" — she freezes, she has succumbed to Kumiko's organization and is now truly playing her role. Girls and "Dad" cry, they make up, they have dinner. The timer goes off and Noriko isn't ready to end the session, having sectioned in her head that THIS is her father, THIS is her sister, THIS is her house, but Kumiko knows better and is all business. The guy pays them and they move on. We learn in a flashback that Kumiko was abandoned by her mother (supposedly in the same coin-locker in Ueno Station as where she took her avatar's name), but meets a woman claiming to be her mother in a diner. She propositions the woman to join her organization, along w/ a guy (the "original Dad") to be a father-figure. Her whole thing is building fake, albeit meaningful at the time, relationships. Noriko meets the other girls, who are part of the Shibuya 54 who leap in front of the train in the first few minutes of Suicide Club. Throughout Noriko's Dinner Table we hear that such a club doesn't exist, that if anything it's part of Kumiko's family-rental organization. But news spreads to Tokoyama of the disaster and Yuka (the absolutely adorable Yuriko Yoshitaka, in her debut role), Noriko's little sister, flees to the big city to find her and is quickly swept into Kumiko's group.
Back in Tokoyama, Tetsuzo goes bonkers with grief. He quits his job, his wife Taeko blames herself for their daughters' disappearances and kills herself. Tetsuzo falls back on his journalist roots and begins researching, canvassing the house for clues (Yuka purposefully leaves a bunch, incl. "Daddy" carved into their dining-room table), building up a case on this Suicide Club (incl. Kumiko's name) and heads to Tokyo. He meets up w/ a guy supposedly in the Suicide Club ("there is no such thing..." he's told) and we get an almost-flashback to the little kids and Saya Hagiwara in Suicide Club (plus the kid on the phone w/ the cops) — asking Tetsuzo "are you connected to yourself?" Unlike the cops in Suicide Club, Tetsuzo gets it: he misses his daughters, he wants to beg forgiveness and start over again. And he's not giving up until he finds them.


Tetsuzo has a friend pretend to be a father wanting a rental wife and daughters, enlists Kumiko, Yuka and Noriko, and leads them to a house that Tetsuzo has meticulously recreated to look precisely as theirs did in Tokoyama. He reveals himself to the girls, Yuka crying and Noriko pretending to not know him, and as the organization's thugs come in to separate him from the girls he pulls out a knife and (in a bunch of off-camera violence, one of the few bloody moments in Noriko's Dinner Table, so it's taken to the extreme) all the "bad guys". Tetsuzo stands there, covered in other guys' blood, a fist clenching his knife, surrounded by pools of blood all over the tatami mats and walls (the iconic DVD image of Kumiko in front of a blood-splashed wall is from this scene). Kumiko begins referring to him as her husband, follows hiim into another room and tries to get him to kill her — like she finally sees the "real connection" b/w he and his real daughters, something she hasn't ever had and/or wanted, and she no longer wants to interfere with that. The girls enter and this segues into a tense and touching fixed-camera scene where Yuka bawls, crying that she wants to stop the fighting and "extend the session". BOOM: the four are seated around the dinner table, having sukiyaki, calling each other "Dad", "Mom", Noriko and Yuka...and "Taeko". They're a family again, and I want to believe when they went to bed that night that Kumiko and Tetsuzo were committed to really being Mom and Dad, b/c it's one thing that he got his daughters back but another that she finally finds herself in a real, lasting relationship.


(in Part Two, I talk about Sono's other films, leading up to the barn-burner 愛のむき出し/Love Exposure from last year's NYAFF/Japan Cuts.)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

fee's LIST (through 6/15)

WEDNESDAY
* Okie Dokie + McDonalds @ Party Expo / 929 Broadway, Bushwick (JMZ to Myrtle Ave), 8p. Turn the distortion up all the way, the freaky CA speed-metalers Okie Dokie and mic-maiming local guys McDonalds. w/ Graffiti Monsters.

THURSDAY
* Richard Kalina "A Survey" @ Lennon, Weinberg Gallery / 514 W 25th St. Love it: one of my all-time favorites from the gallery roster, Kalina's dotty, effusively colorful abstracts are sort of like 'Secret City' from PBS in a Fruity Pebbles palette. This exhibition covers 40 years of Kalina's oeuvre.

* Sung Soo Kim @ Doosan Gallery / 533 W 25th St. Twisted sculpture that promotes audience interaction, as in investigating 'em from various POVs like navigating a tesseract.

* Ryan Brown "Borders" @ Y Gallery / 355A Bowery. Hand-crafted books reflecting the artist's thought processes, culled from stuff like Google Images but decidedly low-tech in execution.

* "Process/Abstraction" @ Paul Kasmin Gallery / 293 10th Ave. I quite like this idea: connecting the 'old guard' (Frank Stella, Morris Louis etc) w/ the younger hotshots (Christopher Wool, Nathan Hylden, Zak Prekop — who has some fine pieces in "Greater New York" @ PS1), via procedural abstraction. Only dude artists in this show, unfortunately, but beyond that it sounds quite compelling.

* Yoram Wolberger @ Benrimon Contemporary / 514 W 24th St 2nd Fl. A technical take on 'cowboys & indians' toys, from precise life-size sculpture to prints.

* Summer Show @ BravinLee Programs / 526 W 26th St #211. Sol LeWitt, Allan McCollum, Mark Grotjahn + the Jameses (Siena and Welling)? I'm there!
+ Chris Astley "Geronimo". Sort of a cross b/w Lynda Benglis and Mario Merz, Astley molds misshapen concrete forms inside plastic bags, then paints them and stacks them.

* Saul Chernick "Borrowed from the Charnal House" @ Max Protetch / 511 W 22nd St. Gorgeous, massive ink drawings that can resemble sculptural reliefs or woodcut prints, mixed w/ classical and banal imagery.

* Dream Diary + The Aerosols @ Silent Barn / 915 Wyckoff Ave, Ridgewood (L to Halsey, M to Myrtle/Wyckoff), 8p. PopJew curated a stellar lineup for this one, incl. aptly named Dream Diary (locals from this year's NYC Popfest) + San Fran's psych-pop The Aerosols (my 1st time!). w/ stalwart crew My Teenage Stride & The Surprisers.

FRIDAY
* "Open Studios" w/ robbinschilds @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to Courthouse Sq), part of "Greater New York", 2:30-5:30p. Check installation/performance duo robbinschilds and their work-in-progress contribution to "Greater New York", 'I came here on my own'.

* "Dirty Pictures" (dir. Etienne Sauret, 2009) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins, G to Fulton), 9:30p (part of BAMcinemaFEST). Some of you may have read the good chemist's 'chemical love story' "PiKHAL" (and followup "TiKHAL"), co-written w/ his wife, whilst in university. Ohhh yes: this is the doc on the developer of MDMA (plus loads other phenethylamine derivatives), a cult hero and thoroughly radical mind.
NB: it is a bummer "Dirty Pictures" cannot screen alongside "Cane Toads: The Conquest in 3D", next WED.

* Man Forever + W-H-I-T-E @ Monster Island Basement / 128 River St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p. The avant-indie collective Man Forever (Shahin Motia of Oneida, Allison Busch of Awesome Color, Brian Chase of Yeah Yeah Yeahs) are joined by appropriately trippy Corey Hanson aka Valencia CA's W-H-I-T-E.

* JEFF the Brotherhood + Quintron & Miss Pussycat @ Death By Audio / 49 S 2nd St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p. The South invades DbA tonight, w/ the creative 'swamp tech' combo Quintron & Miss Pussycat from New Orleans (begin w/ Miss Kitten & The Hacker, then add circuit-bent machines and puppets) and the grunge-stomp of Nashville's Jake + Jamin Orrall.

SATURDAY
* Vlatka Horvat recommends: Ofri Cnaani "The Vanishing Woman" @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave (E/V to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to Courthouse Sq), part of "Greater New York", 4p. Video artist Cnaani will create live-cinema performance in two parts, the 1st based around the Israeli Kibbutz movement and the dawn of cinema, the 2nd as real-time filming w/ objects.

* robbinschilds "SalzburggrubzlaS" @ The Bushwick Starr/ 207 Starr St, Bushwick (L to Jefferson, M to Knickerbocker Ave), 8p (CATCH performance series), $10. Andrew Dinwiddie and Jeff Larson co-curate this bimonthly performance/video series. The draw for me is the aforementioned robbinschilds (currently in "Greater New York") who will perform their work-in-progress multilinear piece.

* Soft Black + Boom Chick @ Party Expo / 929 Broadway, Bushwick (JMZ to Myrtle Ave), 8p. THIS, in my opinion, is the only place to see Soft Black...unless they're playing in McCarren Park late at night. Their 'glo-fi', whatever you want to call it, fractured funk is an excellent match for Party Expo. Boom Chick's stripped down girl-guy bluesy duo might remind you of a red/white-clad duo but I'm mad excited to see 'em.

SUNDAY
* "Putty Hill" (dir. Matthew Porterfield, 2010) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins, G to Fulton), 8:45p (part of BAMcinemaFEST). A beautiful, haunting film set around a funeral in working-class Baltimore, by the director of the exquisite, meditative, hot-summer's-day "Hamilton".

* Jacuzzi Boys @ Cake Shop / 152 Ludlow St (FV to 2nd Ave), 8p/$8. I've been waiting to see these trippy Miami boys ever since I heard "Smells Dead" on PopJew's mixtape. w/ mega-group K-Holes.

MONDAY
* Anamanaguchi + So So Death @ Party Expo / 929 Broadway, Bushwick (JMZ to Myrtle Ave), 8p. Props to Party Expo for throwing the fiercest lineups in Brooklyn. The ferocious bass/drums combo So So Death (ATL) are tempered by the raw NES punk from Brooklyn's Anamanaguchi. Just look for the cheery signage outside. w/ Surf Team

* McDonalds + Church of My Love + Sleepies @ Death By Audio / 49 S 2nd St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p. If you missed McDonalds' WED show, this is another thrashy chance to catch 'em, w/ Montgomery AL's Church of My Love (on their "Red Drink Tour") + Brooklyn's tough-as-nails Sleepies.

CURRENT SHOWS
* Kyung Jeon "Belle Rascal" @ Tina Kim Gallery / 545 W 25th St 3rd Fl. Jeon combines her effortless mural-sized, wildly detailed renderings of kids in various shenanigans — like a combo Korean folklore and Bosch — with a suite of intimate small-scale drawings of solitary figures on everything from handmade paper to matchbooks and incised cardboard.

* Josephine Meckseper @ Elizabeth Dee / 545 W 20th St. Don't let the chrome and mirrored installation blind you from the hard imagery, as Meckseper takes on the U.S. occupation in Iraq and trends of the U.S. Supreme Court, though all is drenched in hyperbolized luxury, 20" rims here, blinged out wristwatches there. If you've ever thought those alpha car lots lining 11th Ave were a bit...grotesque, you'll dig Meckseper's show.

* "Jack in the Space" @ Dean Project / 45-43 21st St, Long Island City. Heng-Gil Han, visual arts director of the Jamaica Center for Arts & Learning, curated an excellent six-artist show on diffusing space. Lishan Chang's charred baguette installation assaults you nasally before you even see the loaves, torpedo-like crawling the walls and leading you to Kyung Woo Han's walk-in Mondrian painting/video installation. Hyong Nam Ahn's more seductively sedate "Springtime in Brooklyn", a jagged neon, metal and wood sculpture like a robotic butterfly, deserves several passes.

* "Natural Renditions" @ Marlborough Chelsea / 545 W 25th St. Marlborough's massive summer group show is incredibly trippy this go-around, a riot for the senses. It is too much to take in all at once, but worth repeat, brief visits to zero in on the better works. I was pleased to see Rob Wynne's exquisite blown-glass 'shrooms here and Kim Dorland's tortured mixed-media canvases are fantastic, subtly touching on deforestation. It's saying something when Will Ryman contributes one of the more innocuous pieces in a show. Better, and keeping w/ the overall theme of 'natural', are Valerie Hegarty's and Amit Greenberg's branch-incorporated sculpture.

* "Barakat: The Gift", curated by Gaia Serena Simionati @ STUX Gallery / 530 W 25th St. A great group exhibition of contemporary artists from the Middle East and N. Africa. Political undertones score many of the works, like Halim al Karim's haunting 'Witness' series (blurred figures w/ piercing eyes) and Moataz Nasr's 'Propaganda', disarmingly cartoonish war renderings on embroidered textiles. Nabil Nahas' textured acrylic abstracts take physicality to another level, coral-reef like patterns (think Yayoi Kusama, in 3D) on canvas.

* Tucker Nichols @ ZieherSmith / 516 W 20th St. A fantastic, gallery-filling assortment of tableaux and goodies the artist created while in residence at Headlands Center for the Arts in Sausalito, CA. The sculptural stuff shines, much of it odd, Dadaist conglomerations of unlikely banal objet (bottle caps w/ sealant, rags dyed red to resemble a floral bloom, greenish shredded paper like a vaguely tacky Easter-ish motif, or the super-simple slabs of rock and wood aping books.

* "Other as Animal" @ Danese / 535 W 24th St 6th Fl. A whole bunch of artists render animals, from the literal (the photorealistic oil on panel robin by Diane Andrews Hall, Simen Johan's emotive lamb C-print) to the not-so-literal (Julie Heffernan's storybook scene, Ross Bleckner's cyanotype-ish oil on linen), w/ some real gems (Catherine Howe's saturated color explosion, Erick Swenson's stoic simian bust).

* Ye Nan "Phosphorous Red" @ Chambers Fine Art / 522 W 19th St. The majority of Ye's works on paper involve the titular concept, liquid phosphorous used in match-making, in these surreal, spacey collages. But the dealmaker here is the opening gallery, where several walls are covered w/ this odiferous paper (think a matchbook's striking surface), the floor littered w/ spent matches. Ye struck them repeated across this coarse, stinky paper, creating explosive birds and other designs recalling Cai Guo-Qiang only w/o the gunpowder.

* Gene Davis @ Ameringer McEnery Yohe / 525 W 22nd St. Classic colored-line test-pattern abstracts in acrylic or oil and Magna — to create that colored-pencil effect — incl. one massive wall-spanning canvas that you can get lost in.

LAST CHANCE
* Scott Musgrove "How is the Empire?" @ Jonathan LeVine Gallery / 529 W 20th St 9th Fl. I think I'd love to live in Musgrove's un-Darwinian world, full of lush big-eyed (and usually long-necked) critters, sumptuously rendered in oil-on-panel dioramas. His exhibition is furthered by sculpture in varying forms, from the massive bronze to wee carvings out of wood, plastic and other media, to a stunning wood-inlay motif w/ meandering glass 'river', to a furry composite called "Abominable Backhoe" (complete w/ googly eyes), like the baddest-ass toy you ever wanted but couldn't have.
+ Louie Cordero "Sacred Bones". The Manila-based artist mixes Filipino mythology w/ what looks like classic Bollywood imagery and American cult classics in feverishly colored acrylics.

* Mamma Andersson + Jockum Nordstrom "Who is sleeping on my pillow" @ David Zwirner Gallery / 525-533 W 19th St. Swedish power couple — actually they're both contemporary artists — have been doing their accomplished (though low key) thing for quite awhile, but this is their 1st concurrent show, which besides their respective new works (gorgeous, deep watercolor and acrylic interiors by Andersson, subversively folksy collage by Nordstrom) include three collaborative pieces — which is to Nordstrom's benefit, in my opinion. His flattish composites are greatly aided by the lush depths of Andersson's backgrounds.

* "In Praise of Shadows", Dirk Braeckman & Bill Henson @ Robert Miller Gallery / 524 W 26th St. A moody, sexy photo duet, of figures and empty spaces. I preferred the inky grayscale of Braeckman's the best, whether the flutter of a curtain or the mist-lined scene of a naked woman's back on a bed, to Henson's dusky landscapes filled w/ Ryan McGinley's style of androgynous youth.
+ Justin Allen. His trompe l'oeil paintings on wood panel of the most banal (plastic bags and rubbish bags) are beautiful, if banal, and tiny.

* "American ReConstruction" @ Winkleman Gallery / 621 W 27th St. Michael Hoeh curated this contemporary photography show, which showcases a LOT of pre- and post-printing trickery. Jowhara AlSaud's stunning aluminum-mounted works feel more like combo line-drawings and acrylics and Jeremy Kost's, while ostensibly untreated, do a cheeky collage effect a la David Hockney, only with Polaroids.

* Johannes VanDerBeek "Another Time Man" @ Zach Feuer LFL / 530 W 24th St. Compare/contrast VanDerBeek's room-filling mix-matched craft objects w/ Coolquitt's offering. Though in this case, they're more traditionally linear and artsy. VanDerBeek works in such diverse throwaway mediums as painted paper towels (shuffling out a slew, rabbit-breeding-like to put Josh Smith's productivity to shame) and painted aluminum mesh, formed into lifesize figures like a trippy hippie.

* "Graphic Heroes, Magic Monsters: Utagawa Kuniyoshi" @ Japan Society / 333 E 47th St (456 to Grand Central, 6 to 51st, E/V to Lex/53rd). Tattooed dudes fighting giant octopi, tigers, massive spiders, uh crocodile-sharks? Women too! As many gorgeous color woodblock prints of "Woman in a Hilltop Teahouse", there seems to be its equivalent "Woman Taking Down a Marauding Dragon Spirit" — or something like that. And if you get this 'pulp-comics' vibe from the lot — or you manga lovers, you see a lot of familiar images — that's b/c Utagawa-san was endlessly influential to loads of today's artists. These works hail from like 150 years ago but it's a good glimpse at pop culture of the time, tall-tales, debauchery, heroism (there is a sequence from the classical "Water Margin" on display) and poetry. Plus a lot of super trippy stuff, like Kabuki actors and this gigantic cat spirit, or, uh "Octopus Games", which has Utagawa-san replacing humans w/ dancing octopi in a festive scene (there's one like this too only it's got a bunch of cats instead of octopi). I can't make this stuff up, I'm not that creative.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

fee's LIST (through 6/8)

WEDNESDAY
* Bruce Nauman "Days" @ MoMA / 11 W 53rd St (E/V to 5th Ave, 6 to 51st St). Nauman's incredible sound installation debuted at the 2009 Venice Biennale and I am thrilled it was added to MoMA's collection. This suite of 14 speakers contain women's and men's voices speaking the days of the week. That's it, but apparently it emanates something magical, and if it's anything like Nauman's other golden forays we'll be tied to it like Odysseus' crew to the Sirens.

* Coasting + Sisters @ Death By Audio / 49 S 2nd St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p/$7. Nice one-two lineup here: album release party for (half-Kiwi) Coasting, whose all-girl fuzz-pop thump is countered by Brooklyn's Sisters, the all-boy duo who do that fuzz-pop thump thing too. w/ Big Troubles.

THURSDAY
* Samuel T. Adams "Delphic Affairs" @ Priska C. Juschka Fine Art / 547 W 27th St. Exhilaratingly abstract acrylic paintings, like oil slicks in suspended animation.

* Kyung Jeon "Belle Rascal" @ Tina Kim Gallery / 545 W 25th St 3rd Fl. I love getting lost in Jeon's incredible mural-sized works, when she transforms the gallery into a slightly creepy magical utopia. Her new works draw from Korean genre painting and Hieronymus Bosch, if that gives you any inkling what yr in store for. Plus: a few smaller-scale drawings for deeper contemplation.

* Leslie Shows "Five Grounds" @ Jack Hanley Gallery / 136 Watts St. Shows combines landscape painting w/ abstraction, to dazzling effect. She uses poured-paint technique w/ photorealism to create what I'm calling a nouveau Max Ernst style.

* "Natural Renditions" @ Marlborough Chelsea / 545 W 25th St. The mega Marlborough summer show is based around the natural world and includes a site-specific work by David Brooks (he of PS1's "Greater New York"'s 'petrified forest'), plus Valerie Hegarty, Amit Greenberg, Alexandra Mir, Will Ryman, Kon Trubkovich and more.

* Rudy Shepherd "Falling Together" @ Mixed Greens Gallery / 531 W 26th St. Shepherd furthers his meditation on portraiture, that of strangers from the news and his 'Healers', figures like Sun Ra and Fela Kuti.

* "Barakat: The Gift", curated by Gaia Serena Simionati @ STUX Gallery / 530 W 25th St. A group show w/ nine contemporary artists from the Middle East and Africa, working in diverse media but focusing on communication in art. Reza Derakshani (Iran), Malmouna (Senegal), and Nabil Nahas (Lebanon) are included.

* "The New Grand Tour" @ Bryce Wolkowitz Gallery / 505 W 24th St. The great journey, from Shanghai to Yunnnan Province, encapsulated in a summer group show and feat. Deanne Cheuk, Jose Parla, Rey Parla, Rostarr, and Davi Russo.

* Ye Nan "Phosphorous Red" @ Chambers Fine Art / 522 W 19th St. The show-title comes from the phosphorus liquid (which apparently is used in match-making) applied to handmade paper, which the artist then prints on or incises into vivid imagery.

* Tucker Nichols @ ZieherSmith / 516 W 20th St. Tableaux and mixed media works, bit tongue-in-cheek this lot, created while in residence at the Headlands Center for the Arts in Sausalito, Ca.

* "Other As Animal" @ Danese / 535 W 24th St 6th Fl. The animal consciousness (compare/contrast w/ the Canada show on Friday), feat. a fab roster incl. Erick Swenson, Eric Fischli, Ross Bleckner, Simen Johan, Catherine Howe and more.

* Printed Matter "The Warehouse Sale" Benefit @ Paula Cooper Gallery / 521 W 21st St, 2nd Fl, 6p/$10. The dopest indie art journal/bookstore pulls out its archives (and DJs) for a three-day event, hosted by Paula Cooper Gallery. The sale itself runs through Saturday and is free, but the benefit includes the luxury of booze (Brooklyn Brewery) and music (DJs Alexis Georgopolous + Nick Relph) whilst you peruse the vintage ('70s-90s) artists' records, pamplets, videos etc. It's like a mini Art Book Fair, and you know how much I dig that.

* The Special Pillow + The Scene is Now @ Cake Shop / 152 Ludlow St (FV to 2nd Ave), 8p/$8. 'A summer serenade', aka a sometimes folksy, sometimes electrified but always psychedelic affair.

* W-H-I-T-E + Nonhorse @ Silent Barn / 915 Wyckoff Ave, Ridgewood (L to Halsey, M to Myrtle/Wyckoff), 8p/$7. Cali's Corey Hanson (aka W-H-I-T-E, aka White Horses in Technicolor Everywhere, srsly) is in town for a few nights, performing his atmospheric pop-inflected, organ-driven brand of electronic music (don't call it Animal Collective). This night, w/ cassette alchemist Nonhorse (aka G. Lucas Crane from Woods) should be so druggy you won't even need that baggie of 'srooms.

FRIDAY
* Movement Research Festival 2010 @ HARCORPS / 361 Manhattan Ave, Williamsburg (L/G to Lorimer), 7:30p/$10. An eclectic evening of performance and video work, incl. the new work-in-progress "SalzburggrubzlaS" by duo robbinschilds (catch them at "Greater New York" at MoMA PS1), performance by Yozmit (one of the re-performers from Marina Abramovic's recently closed exhibition at MoMA), and video by Jillian Pena & Christy Pessagno.

* Bushwick Open Studies 2010. HELLO! Can we say intense MAYJAHness, as Arts in Bushwick publishes its 4th iteration of loads (250+) of artist studios, group shows, events etc occurring in the area bordered by E. Williamsburg, Bedford-Stuyvesant and Ridgewood, aka Bushwick. It's not just absolutely dope music venues! BOS 2010 lasts through SUN, and there is a lot to do. Visit the site for the entire what's-what, and take the L/G/JM out and check it ouuuut.

* "Homunculi" @ Canada / 55 Chrystie St. I dig this summer show topic: the 'conscious part of the human brain', so to speak, feat. Allison Schulnik, Matt Greene, Ruby Neri and Matthew Ronay.

* Maya Bloch "Waiting Room" @ Thierry Goldberg Projects / 5 Rivington St. Absolutely haunting figurative paintings, people moving through like curtains of oily smoke while staring dead straight at you.

* "Get Him to the Greek" (dir. Nick Stoller, 2010) screenings, in wide release. What to do: I don't usually profile 'mainstream' cinema, but allow me to explain my excitement, nicely summarized in the following six words: Russell Brand, Jonah Hill, Sean Combs. Dig?

* "Splice" (dir. Vincenzo Natali, 2010) screenings, in wide release. Ditto above, except 1) this genetic thriller looks super-duper dope and 2) the director is in talks for taking on a screen adaptation of William Gibson's "Neuromancer". Hello!!

SATURDAY
* Bushwick Open Studies 2010. HELLO! Can we say intense MAYJAHness, as Arts in Bushwick publishes its 4th iteration of loads (250+) of artist studios, group shows, events etc occurring in the area bordered by E. Williamsburg, Bedford-Stuyvesant and Ridgewood, aka Bushwick. It's not just absolutely dope music venues! BOS 2010 lasts through SUN, and there is a lot to do. Visit the site for the entire what's-what, and take the L/G/JM out and check it ouuuut.

* W-H-I-T-E + Say No! to Architecture @ Shea Stadium / 20 Meadow St, Williamsburg (L to Grand/G to Metropolitan), 6p/$5. This Showpaper benefit includes early BBQ and late W-H-I-T-E (Corey Hanson, see above), w/ Allen Roizman's solo noise-rock performance in-between, plus loads more (Orphans, Graffiti Monsters etc).

SUNDAY
* Bushwick Open Studies 2010. HELLO! Can we say intense MAYJAHness, as Arts in Bushwick publishes its 4th iteration of loads (250+) of artist studios, group shows, events etc occurring in the area bordered by E. Williamsburg, Bedford-Stuyvesant and Ridgewood, aka Bushwick. It's not just absolutely dope music venues! BOS 2010 lasts through SUN, and there is a lot to do. Visit the site for the entire what's-what, and take the L/G/JM out and check it ouuuut.

* Heliotropes @ Bruar Falls / 245 Grand St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p.Yum, dissonant rock straight out of the early '90s. Where have these girls been all my life?? A: in Brooklyn.

CURRENT SHOWS
* Ghada Amer "Color Misbehavior" @ Cheim & Read / 547 W 25th St. More like 'color exuberance', which doesn't quite have the same ring, though it rings true to Amer's fantastic 1st show at the gallery. Her signature embroidered and acrylic-wash renderings of female nudes, from cheeky juvenile posturing to straight out of a porno mag, take on richly patterned, Manala-like forms in such psychedelic works as "Waterfall" and "The Black Bang". A series of works on paper, showcasing both her deftness w/ just needle and thread and her unique take on watercolor, complete the exhibition. I dig her.

* David Salle "Some Pictures from the '80s" @ Mary Boone Gallery / 541 W 24th St. The innocuous exhibition title belies the gravity of this 'Pictures Generation' maestro, whose massive, multilayered 'nonrepresentational' canvases are like catapulting head first into a surrealist pre-Youtube-generation stew. If the imagery of "Gericault's Arm" and "His Brain" don't totally blow you away, you're lying.

* Anne Truitt "Sculpture 1962 2004" @ Matthew Marks Gallery / 522 W 22nd St. Dally about the 'forest' of Truitt totem sculptures — acrylic on wood all, except for the enameled earliest — and it's like being in your own constructed painting. The works (mixed unchronologically by date) do resemble human-sized oil pastels, but there's lots of little Easter eggs hidden in these seemingly minimalist pylons. Check the sharp white cap, like salty foam, atop "The Sea, The Sea" (2003) and the cool energy in "First Spring" (1981), which looks exactly THAT, like Truitt managed to capture the sky in sculpture. This is a beautiful retrospective and primer and a joy to visit.

* Mike Kelley "Arenas" @ Skarstedt Gallery / 20 E 79th St. Bring a hankie: Kelley's classic circa-1990 'Arenas', aka stuffed toys with blankets on the gallery floor, conjure powerful sensations of nostalgia, let alone transgressive anthropomorphizing. Seven of the eleven originals assembled here for the 1st time since their debut installation. Don't miss it.

* Hany Armanious "Birth of Venus" @ Foxy Production / 623 W 27th St. At the offset, Armanious' 2nd solo show at the gallery may seem quite a bit quieter (and smell better) than his alarming "Year oft the Pig Sty" installation in 2007, but his core practice of meticulous object-castings is in full form here. Don't miss checking everything from all angles, like the underside of the metaphysical "Effigy of an Effigy with Mirage" or the charmingly named "Party Pooper". Things, as they say, are NOT always what they appear.

* Sungmi Lee "Behind My Door" @ Gana NY / 568 W 25th St. Lee's 1st exhibition at the gallery is a meditation on her father's death, spanning sculpture and paintings created w/ resin and — shall we say — more tenuous mediums. The effect of "Crying For You", a life-size, mushroom-shaped (or I guess frozen fountain-shaped) whitish resin form, lengthened by dripping stalactites that formed the adjacent 'painting' "Painting By Sculpture" (which is fitted on plywood and looks like a tactile whirlpool), is major. Then she starts incorporating crushed automobile glass and blown incense smoke into dangerous pillow-shapes and Plexiglas boxes. She's got my attention.

* "A Vernacular of Violence" @ Invisible-Exports / 14A Orchard St. A fierce, tightly composed show that distills ubiquitous media imagery to throw us a bit off balance. Lisa Kirk and Walid Raad lead the fray w/ their charged emphasis on the banal, via her video and his printmaking. Other highlights include a hypnotic car-fire from the collective Claire Fontaine and Rita Sobral Campos' disturbing mechanical drawings.

* John Zurier, Jason Fox, Richard Allen Morris @ Peter Blum Chelsea / 526 W 29th St. An excellent interplay b/w these three artists, all ostensibly abstract. I loved Morris' most quickly, his straight-from-the-tube squeezes and spreads across certain delineated portions of otherwise pristine painted canvas. Zurier's room of subdued bluish-purplish-greens, striping massive canvases, slightly recalls the Rothko Chapel w/o the reverence (and somehow gloomier). And Fox's mostly monotone (reds) set echoes both artists, w/ his stripes (Zurier) and his carefully pared-down canvases (Morris).

* Martin Creed @ Gavin Brown's Enterprise / 620 Greenwich St. The Scottish conceptualist created a very tactile, very IDably beautiful installation this time, blanketing the floor of the gallery w/ marble planks in varying colors. That's essentially "it", but the work stretches beyond the perimeters of the public space, into the offices and further back, organically.
+ Jonathan Horowitz. The artist restages his notorious "Go Vegan!" installation at La Frieda Meats, at 601 Washington and just around the corner from Creed's show. His work, a combo of screenprinted cute animals, portraits of vegan celeb, and video of cows being bled in a slaughterhouse work brilliantly off the steel walls, hooks, and rubbery doors of the empty meat-market. I wonder, though, if it were like in a white-box space if it would have the same propulsion. Here, though, it's excellent (though I'm still carnivorous).

* Andy Coolquitt "We Care About You" @ Lisa Cooley Fine Art / 34 Orchard St. I hesitated when walking into the gallery, filled as it was w/ these fragilely composed, kooky assemblages — epoxied lighters, bent rods, lightbulbs, fabric — all w/ a heavy emphasis on 'found' objet. They're great, super-colorful and cheekily titled (the seat cushion on the wall is "A nice soft place for meeting people", while this double metal-and-lightbulb mechanism is "l___i", recalling the shape) and create a seamless installation. And for the naysayers, check the assemblages replete w/ little lewd-gesturing hands, and quit being so bloody snobbish.

LAST CHANCE
* Stuart Cumberland "Gone/There" @ Nicholas Robinson Gallery / 535 W 20th St. Some of my favorite 'painterly' elements, all in one place. Take Roy Lichtenstein's Ben Day dots and recontextualize those for today, filtered through a Keith Haring palette w/ bold black squiggles and washes from Christopher Wool's world.

* Mark Ryden "The Gay 90's: Old Tyme Art Show" @ Paul Kasmin Gallery / 293 10th Ave. You know that feeling when there is a particular idol-type character, an artist or musician, who is famous in an avant-garde sense (highly regarded, though) and is an absolute ANIMAL at their particular talent, and they tend to have knockout shows/performances at big cities (Tokyo, SoCal), yet though YOU live in a big city (NYC) you can't recall the last time this person showed/played there, and yet they finally do come, they have a new show and you cannot wait to see it and possibly meet them and when the exhibition opens and there's like a half-dozen Ryden paintings (gorgeous, naturally) and several related works on paper and...that's it...you're left, somewhat ashamedly, somewhat awkwardly, feeling disappointed.

* Hans Op de Beeck "Silent Movie" @ Marianne Boesky Gallery / 509 W 24th St. It's a wonder what gray-painted walls, charcoal carpets and crown moulding will do, transforming Boesky gallery into the interior of one of the artist's sparse, creepy landscapes. His large grayscale watercolors are augmented by "A house by the sea", a diorama that reminds me, of all things, of the setting of Mario Bava's classic giallo film "The Whip and the Body". The general unrest in this dollhouse-sized work requires careful viewing.

* "Fleurs: 1880-2010" @ Benrimon Contemporary / 514 W 24th St 2nd Fl. You might not believe me when I say an exhibition on 130 years of flowers in art has something for everyone. The sweep here is vast, from gorgeous and representational (Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Marc Quinn, Andre Derain) to Pop-inflected (Andy Warhol, Donald Baechler, Tom Wesselman) to wildly abstract (Vik Muniz, Natalia Goncharova, Niki de St Phalle). And for every delicate arrangement in a vase, there is a macho counterpart (Jim Dine, Ori Gerscht). And everything, these dozens of canvases lining the perimeter of the gallery, has equal footing. I mean, who hates flowers anyway? That's just cruel.

* Siobhan Liddell "Ordinary Magic" @ CRG Gallery / 535 W 22nd St. I sensed a kindred spirit in Liddell's delicate cut-paper objects to the intimate late-career works of Eva Hesse at Hauser & Wirth. There's a deliberateness to Liddell's works, whether the tautness of string augmenting a clay or paper work or extending through one of the artist's handmade tables, a plinth supporting the work plus an inherent link to the piece as a whole. Also: her choice in colors: gold-leaf folded paper with a royal blue underside, a textured acrylic- and cut-paper canvas like a shark's epidermis, nearly monochrome white w/ sneaky dabs and undersides in green.

* Osang Gwon @ Doosan Gallery / 533 W 25th St. A great four-piece show demonstrating Gwon's range and maturation in his 'Deodorant Type' series, striking 3D all-over photo-sculptures. The earliest work, "A statement of 540 pieces on twins", predates the glossy, slickened look of the later sculptures, like the semi-surreal "Garden" (2007), a woman buried under a pile of clothes, and the brand-new "Jangular", a hipster juggling overflowing bags of Whole Foods groceries, who I would say resembles me in activity if not appearance (the red jeans and patterned T are a 'no').

* "Skin Fruit: Selections from the Dakis Joannou Collection, curated by Jeff Koons" @ New Museum / 235 Bowery. The gorgeous simplicity of Koons' "One Ball Total Equilibrium Tank" from some 25 years ago, the sole Koons work on display and the impetus for Joannou's collection, is magnified by the visceral array that surrounds it on three floors of the museum + in the lobby. I always dug the idea of Joannou (a New Museum trustee) showing a selection of his exquisite, eyebrow-raising cache on American shores, and the choices here — gorg Chris Ofili and David Altmejd, disconcerting Andro Wekua and Kiki Smith, and generally disgusting Paul McCarthy and Tim Noble & Sue Webster (amid loads else) is a destination.