I’m sick of it! I’ve had enough! Directors who are convinced they’re directing the Matrix. Badly.
The other night on TV there was a documentary about a fairly new urban sport called Free Running that was recently made famous by a set of BBC station ID clips. I have to say that some of the stuff these guys were doing looked amazing, reminiscent of some of the more athletic wire-fu stunts. They’d run at a wall, leap, kick off from about four feet up, twist in mid air, grab a railing, flip themselves over and dash off, all with an immense athletic grace.
At least, this was the impression I got, I was never really sure because the goddamned director of the program hardly once let them finish a move without cutting away.
The usual flow of action would be more like:
Guy runs at wall. Cut to angle from above. Guy leaps. Cut to side shot. Guy kicks off from wall. Grainy black and white shot from above. Guy flies through the air in faux blurred slow motion. Cut to side view with digitally faked steadicam effect. Guy grabs bar. Freeze frame. Cut to an angle from below with faux motion blur, faked grainy black and white and slow motion. Guy vaults away. Shot of birds in flight.
I mean, c’mon; pick a style! Don’t try to emulate John Woo, the Cohen brothers and NYPD Blue all in the space of five seconds!
Seriously, after about ten minutes I was begging, begging for a shot that lasted more than two seconds. The athletic exploits of the French guys in the film were spectacular enough to be entertaining all by themselves, but the director insisted on getting between me and the action while jumping up and down, waving his arms and insisting I pay attention to him because he was so fucking cool!
OK, I realise we’ve had a few cinematography events in the past few years. From NYPD Blue to the Matrix things have been shaken up a little bit and of course people want to emulate these things, but moderation in all things. The photography should complement and enhance the action, not fight with it at every turn for attention.
This particular rant was triggered by catching a few minutes of a magic program about Dave Angel just now. Same problem. Angel’s magic is stylised and very showy, clearly enough to carry a show from a static viewpoint in a theatre, and yet the director just had to run the gamut of digital effects from faked steadicams to faked black and white to faked “distressed” film all while cutting, seemingly at random, between four or five different viewpoints.
I keep feeling that all this is just so damn lazy. It’s just copying others’ work at breakneck speed without any appreciation for the reason or art behind the original. It smacks of desperation. I keep envisioning the directors of these pieces as whiny little children jumping up and down while wheedling “It should have been me earning millions for directing the Matrix! Look, I’m just as good! Look at what I’m doing! Look at me! Look at me! Look at meeeeeee!”
Last breath cursing, from hell’s heart stabbing etc.
Bastards.