You will become a hypocrite
You will become a liar.
You will try and paper up your own cracks,
and everybody does it,
and that’s what being an adult is.
And then you have babies…
…and that’s it.
I saw the documentary “Meeting People is Easy” the other day.
I will give the Grant Gee credit because it was very very pretty. All of the videography was so EXQUISITE AND TASTEFUL AND QUIXOTIC AND CHIMERICAL AND VISIONARY AND THE LIGHTING WAS SUBLIME AND THE MOMENTS CAPTURED WERE SO RAW WITH EMOTION AND MY HEAVY HEART TINGLED AND TWINKLED IN MY CHEST AND MY HEAD WAS SPINNING AS I ABSORBED EVERY SECOND OF THE PAAAAAIIIINNNNN AND MY GLASSY EYES GLISTENED...
SOME OF IT WAS FILMED IN BLACK AND WHITE OR WITH A FISHEYE LENS OR THERE WERE BRIGHT COLORS WITH HIGH CONTRAST AND THE CREDITS DIDN’T HAVE ANY CAPITAL LETTERS AND THEY USED LITTLE RECORDINGS OF A MAN RECITING POETRY ABOUT NUDE PANTYHOSE AND CRUSTY SUNSCREEN OR SOMETHING AND THERE WERE BRITISH ACCENTS AND STUFFY NOSES AND JAPANESE SCHOOL GIRLS AND EXTREME CLOSE-UPS AND FONTS THAT LOOKED LIKE COURIER NEWWWWW
It was okay. It was kind of cool to see the band hang out before and after the shows, and you know, ride plains, and do band stuff and stuff.
|johnny greenwood is such a bamf|
Thom Yorke seemed so ecstatic about everything. Most of the movie was him sitting there and bitching about “them” (greedy corporate monkey suits) and how “it” (fame, fortune, success) sucks and IT’S A MIND FUCK MY MIND IS FUCKED MY MIND IS BEING FUCKED RIGHT NOW MIND FUCK MIND FUCK. When he was talking to the interviewers, there were a lot of slow, dramatic blinks backed up with twinkling music and Mr. Yorke’s famous wailing crying loathing Satan-mating-calling singing.
It was really hard to hear the music and try to understand what he was saying at the same time. Sometimes, they showed other interview transcripts while a completely different interview was going on and it didn’t really make sense because, if you read the interview, you miss the one being said aloud and vice versa.
The concert clips were good. They didn’t try to be all indie and just play songs no one cares about or anything. They played two clips of Creep, but made up for it by not showing any Karma Police.
The music was always spot-on and so were Thom Yorke’s vocals. Every member of the band is really good at what he does. Of course, the Thom Yorke went on and on about how they won all of these awards, and got "best everything", but it's all bullsheeeet. Everything was so dead-pan, and it was like, "Here we are. We're not starving or broke. We're such little bitches now. The universe is a lie." It does make sense-- I mean, being famous seems like something fantastical, reserved for only the elite, special people or the airheads that are too numb to feel anything and just get thrown around by the media. It seemed too empty; like there wasn't really anything to wish for or yearn for, like some sense of fantasy. How could dressing up and doing you're little plastic shtick lie-thing night after night be "the perfect life?" Nice magazine spreads and critics' praise can only mean so much after a few years. You have to give him credit for not killing himself or becoming an heroin addict or something along those lines. Everything must get to you, if you're not living the life that you were raised to live. It was interesting, but really unsettling and bleak and cynical. It's not like teen angst that's just hormones or divorce-- it's LIFE.
My favorite part was probably the making of the music video for "No Surprises." (Does that song remind anyone else of Edward Scissorhands? That's all I can think about every time I hear it.)
Overall, the movie was good. It being sad shouldn't be a reason for me to chastise it. I didn't totally understand some of the **artistic vision**, but maybe you will!
I wouldn't recommend Meeting People is Easy unless you're a die-hard Radiohead fan, you're fairly mentally stable, and you appreciate fine art.