Saturday, April 12, 2003

FIRST VODKA, NOW MADONNA:
CHE GUEVARA IMAGE STILL SELLS


Most people looking at Madonna's most recent offering, American Life, will not recognize the visual allusion she makes in her beret, dark hair, severe expression, single red stars, military stencil distressed type font. She's missing the trademark Cuban cigar, but the average consumer will not notice.

Others will surely see the echoes of Alberto Korda's famous 1960 photo in which Argentina-born Marxist revolutionary Che Guevara, attending a funeral in Havana, wears a black beret emblazoned with a red star. Korda later complained when the famous image was used in 2000 in a Smirnoff ad to promote vodka sales. Korda, who supported the use of the image to promote such causes as the revolutionary overthrow of elitist governments or repressive regimes, vigorously opposed the use of the image to promote vodka.

In the case of Madonna, her use of the Che image strangely echoes her "remaking" of Lena Wertmuller's classic film, SWEPT AWAY, which, in the original, was a potent Marxist critique of elitism, classism, and oppression. In Madonna's hands, all intellectual content is drained away, and it becomes a pseudo-violent cartoon of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew. There, Madonna (or her husband/director Guy Ritchie) ham-handedly legitimizes and/or attempts to eroticize violence toward women. It's familiar territory for Madonna, who has borrowed heavily from the gay underground, including the "rough trade" and sado-masochism scene. However, in the original there are true questionings of society, culture, and human nature. Madonna consistently presents a significantly mainstreamed version, palatable to consumers unaware of its provenance.

As usual, Madonna packages a product that promises to be an investigation of culture, gender roles, societal attitudes, cowboys, dance, fashion, and war. As usual, the promise is empty, and the package is surprisingly devoid of intellectual content. Transgression turns into bait and switch; an echo of sensationalized reality television. The product promises to be a tasty, bite-sized nugget of the taboo, but instead, is a sack full of junk food.

The taboo is always fodder for commercialization, particularly when it deals with sex and violence.

The photo of Che Guevara, already turned into consumer candy, devoid of any traces -- fervent, ironic, or otherwise -- of Che's speeches which hammered home the message that "consumerism leads to bestialization," has a 40-year history of appropriation. It has, by now, lost much of its potency -- not simply for its use in vodka ads, but also by the absurd self-stylings of individuals who claim to be fighting for the people, as they line their pockets with the resources of the poor. Saddam Hussein comes to mind, as does Madonna, yet again.

For a truly unsettling fashion statement, I would recommend taking a look at the offerings from the 2003 Russian Fashion Week, featuring the designs of designer Polina Filenko. She creates black evening dresses with dark hoods that evoke the image of the Chechen "black widows" who wore black veils and dresses as they sat in the Nord Ost theater, their hands on bombs wired to blow to oblivion themselves and the theater-goers they had captured. With her creations, Filenko creates a complex image that disturbs on many often-contradictory levels. It is fashion that forces one to think. http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/030412/242/3rztd.html


Surprisingly, with her beret, Madonna manages to undermine her reputation as a women who metamorphosizes herself to stay on the cutting edge. The old beret and red stars are passe. Foolishly enough, her image will probably be misinterpreted as being vaguely patriotic.

Give Madonna a cigar.



Monday, April 07, 2003

WHIPPED UP INTO A FRENZY OVER WAR

The world seems to have gone mad with blood lust.
Longshoremen and war protesters are being shot with rubber bullets. It's harmless the local law enforcement asserts. Nevertheless, I'd hate for a rubber bullet to hit me in the eye or in the temple.

The longshoremen are not in favor of the war.
The group lined up on the hill near them are fervently pro-war.

What does it mean? Being "in favor" or "not in favor" strikes me as sort of meaningless -- we, as the cannon fodder of the world, have to recognize that all these emotionally compelling representations about war do nothing but get us caught up in waves of emotion. Waves of emotion blind us to the point that we think that we're exercising freedom of choice. We think we are in control -- that we're running willingly to war, or away from war.

Either way, we're "idiotas utiles" -- useful idiots.
We're cannon fodder with a smile or snarl on its face.

I'd rather, like Melville's Bartleby the Scrivener, choose not to.
If we end up in the same place, we might as well spend our time in the pursuit of slothful delights.

But offer that avenue to someone and see what happens. You'll be amazed at how you'll be spurned. You'll be called a "dead fish" and labeled as having a "lack of affect." People will treat you as though your expressionless were some sort of contagion. No one wants to go down your chosen path, however attractively it promises an absence of all pain.

Not believing in the "grand cause" is tantamount to saying that one doesn't believe in love.

True enough, the self-preserving part of ourselves would prefer to disavow love and any other messy passion that threatens to shred the flimsy fabric of our hearts.

Heaven forfend that we start believing that the object of our passion -- be it a flag or a "fair one" -- the one great animating idea of our existence, should be pursued, "damn the torpedoes."

Wow. My words certainly sound callow and uninspiring.

No one wants to believe that the passions of us, the little people, are farcical and simply make us easier to manipulate.

However, indifference is inadequate armor. Simply refusing to care will not guarantee you a place on the lifeboat to Disneyland or Universal Studios.

On the news today, there was a photograph that was beamed around the world. Four Marines were carrying their mortally wounded buddy out of a firefight. The expression on the face of one of the guys haunts me. His glasses were a bit askance, his face sooty, a little fuzz on his upper lip testament to the fact he had been up for at least 24 hours. He looked to be around 19, but the eyes were like no 19-year-old I've ever met. That image will bother me for a long time. So will the realization that the photojournalist risked his life to capture that shot. We see the truth about human courage -- in front of, and behind the camera.

If only they had been protesters. If only those had been rubber bullets. But, a society does not glue itself together without collective passion. I'm desperately trying to find that "middle path" of absolute numbness, but all I feel is sadness mixed with sodden, impotent, wet-gunpowder rage.
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