we are almost done, sort of.
First: filmmaking. Our group has been working ardently the past couple of weeks in acquiring footage, and this last week, I am excited to announce, we started EDITING. Chris M. has extensive experience with the GarageBand digital music program (similar in nature to FinalCutPro), so he has been behind the computer while I have been next to him throwing out editing ideas and seeing if he can do them. LIke the audio project, my work has largely involved tedious file conversion and organization in order to smooth out the editing process. As far as production goes, I have mainly been in front of the camera, which I like as long as I don't have to talk. So far, I have been lucky enough to eat currywurst and eclairs, smoke cigarettes, drink beer, and ride my bike in front of the camera. These all are major sources of pleasure for me, so I don't mind "acting" so much. But we only have two weeks left. Ahhhh!
Our discussion of Kutlucan's film "Ich Chef, Du Turnschuh" and Göktürk's articles was one of the most productive of the quarter, I think. What interests me most about the film, and Göktürk's article mentions this, is its use of exaggeration. Common cultural stereotypes and identity signifiers are exaggerated aesthetically (the Indian turban or Leo's hair dy(e)ing) and otherwise (praying in the dark closet). The acting is also at times quite over-the-top (exploding German men). It is precisely these exaggerations that make us laugh because we are aware that they are, in fact, hyperbolic. In this way then, what is commonly perceived as natural or essential regarding identity is recontextualized through comedy. So when the performers exaggerate, they are unveiling the myth status (or at least ambiguity) of those very stereotypes that they are exaggerating. I was immediately reminded of Susan Sontag's "Notes on Camp" after reading this article. One primary characteristic of "camp" is its tendency to theatricalize experience. Take drag queens, for example. By employing every feminine stereotype to the max, she provokes the spectator to question the essentialist notion of femininity through superficial exaggeration. Maybe if there were more drag queens, more Kutlucans, more Stephen Colberts, and less people who take themselves too damn seriously, we would live in a non-sexist, non-racist, and Republican-free world without the stifling, unproductive, and neverending debates about identity politics.
P.S. I am not arguing that "Ich Chef, Du Turnschuh" is a "camp" film, but that its affect is of a similar nature.