Synopsis
In Relation, the focus of the viewer’s attention is guided by pointers moving through the screen.
In Relation, the focus of the viewer’s attention is guided by pointers moving through the screen.
No no no no no no no
Utterly cursed film, like Dora the Explorer without the eponymous exploradora...just the omnipotent cursor. How lonely and how strange.
When I was a wee child I frequented the house of a Greek family who would provide day-care services while my parents were at work, and in this interim we would play Super Smash Bros. on their GameCube, and I was both allured and haunted by the enormous white hand that would terrorise the characters in one particular level - Master Hand I believe it was called. Of course this took me right back to such days spent with the Greeks, unearthing feelings I had all but repressed deep within.
Fractals borne of fear,…
The image: shifting, accumulating, changing - in moderation. Every development is in relation to another hence the form of the film is defined by nothing more than itself.
Toshio Matsumoto can digitally manipulate me any way he wants.
THIS IMAGE DIRECTS YOU. THIS IMAGE LIES.
Trust Matsumoto to use early clunky digital video effects to make a piece burbling with cosmic horror that could easily be read as a warning of the dangers of digital manipulation to come.
It opens on VHS quality footage of waves hitting the shore in slow motion. A title card for Relation shows up in Matsumoto's signature 80s font. Then a giant, abstract hand pointing a finger appears moving across the horizon. The hand comes to a stop and as a result, so do the waves, but not the clouds strangely enough. Let this opening set the stage for the rest of the film. This is a video art project like many of Matsumoto's films in the 80s were. We see every configuration and radicalization of the original opening by way of doubling, stretching, and warping. I found this really interesting. It feels spiritual while also having a digital element. This isn't a…
in which Matsumoto invents the youtube thumbnail
Playing with your vision (your brain before your eye) as a construct of reality (a single image speaks in an unknown but recognizable language) ecstatic conditioning leads us through an emotional array of shapes and dimensions in a single image one can't make anything out of it accept the very peculiar direction they are headed. It is narrative movement a song and dance for the eye...The sky transmits an image of the earth.
Digital editing is rarely so interestingly utilised. Matsumoto repeats the same image to such an extreme and oblique degree (at many points ad nauseam) to clarify that an image is only as important as how it is used in relation to others (including other iterations of the same one).
I really just need to accept that Matsumoto is one of my gods
If it was tomorrow, you would be sitting over there.
Do you see?
I like to think of Matsumoto as an avant garde comedian, tearing apart familiar images to the point of absurdity, or perhaps to the point that we recognize the absurdity that was always there?
Every image has been manipulated and will tell you what it wants to say to you.
Nothing is real, even if the image tells you where to look.
fingering on the shore