It is with a heavy heart that I announce Isotropic Fiction will be going on hiatus for the foreseeable future. The key word here is hiatus. Know that we will be back. It is a question of when and not IF.
Monster is an ideal: freed from the body and blessed with ultimate mobility, it cares for others, and is immaculate. The whale is his polar opposite in every way. It hardly matters whether the whale is meant to represent The Monster’s uterus, the mother’s uterus, or simply the sheer concept of the uterus; knowledge of this engulfing thing is what replaces the monster in importance
Ninety-nine percenters will enjoy the tongue-in-cheek treatment of class status. Whoever heard of Dracula working the night shift at a hospital? Why on Earth would a bloodsucking demon need a paycheck? They may be the ultimate apex predator, but Shoreditch Slayer implies that vampires are stuck in the same grimy month to month realities as their food. After all, we’re all active expense accounts in the eyes of Wells Fargo.
Watching independent film is an experience for which modern American culture does not prepare the viewer. In the first place, product placement is completely absent. Do not think for a minute that your mind misses this detail – your brain and mine have been trained from birth to recognize what is being sold to it via the language of cleverly placed Coke bottles and Harley-Davidson logos. A film bereft of product placement, however brief, gives one the disconcerting impression that the filmmakers are actually interested in the viewer.
It’s impossible to watch Ben Nichols’s “The Alien,” winner of Best Director and Best Actor at the 2012 Phantoscope High School Film Festival without thinking in ray-based terms. Presented by the Richmond Art Museum (RAM), the festival is Indiana’s only state-wide teen film festival. According to RAM, its mission is “to provide an outlet for high school filmmakers so that they can grow in their art form and associate with other teen filmmakers from around the state.”