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Guy Maddin’s lat­est project is a hal­lu­ci­na­to­ry online experience

18 May 2016

Words by Alex Chambers

Two individuals, a woman and a man, working together on a camera in a dimly lit room.
Two individuals, a woman and a man, working together on a camera in a dimly lit room.
The Cana­di­an direc­tor uses a bespoke algo­rithm to take audi­ences on a unique inter­ac­tive journey.

When films were still edit­ed in their ana­logue, cel­lu­loid form, it meant the edi­tor phys­i­cal­ly cut­ting the reel and with some pre­cise cin­e­mat­ic surgery splic­ing the strands of images togeth­er. Mak­ing new prints was an expen­sive chem­i­cal process, so every cut was a defin­i­tive deci­sion. The lan­guage of cut­ting and splic­ing still lives in the inter­faces of edit­ing soft­ware, but now films exist by and large as pure­ly dig­i­tal data you can manip­u­late and recom­bine the images endlessly.

Guy Maddin is a direc­tor who’s always felt the mate­r­i­al weight of film, the way the spools of acetate record mem­o­ries like weath­ered pet­ro­glyphs on stone. His love of the volatil­i­ty of old and decom­pos­ing film stock is almost fetishis­tic. Yet his new project exists as a web­site, ced­ing the pow­er of the cut­ting room scis­sors to the ran­dom­ly-gen­er­at­ed will of a com­put­er algorithm.

Co-cre­at­ed by Evan and Galen John­son and pro­duced in co-oper­a­tion with the Nation­al Film Board of Cana­da, Seances com­bines a data­base of frag­ments shot by Maddin into unique com­bi­na­tions that only exist for as long as they’re play­ing on screen. The clips are all reimag­in­ings (hal­lu­ci­na­tions? Res­ur­rec­tions?) of lost films dug up by Maddin. No reels exist of the orig­i­nals Maddin takes inspi­ra­tion from, only traces of infor­ma­tion about works that nev­er sur­vived his­to­ry, or per­haps nev­er even exist­ed in the first place. In a recent inter­view with Vice Maddin revealed that he specif­i­cal­ly sought out the mar­gin­al and the for­got­ten, stuff by women film­mak­ers, by Islam­ic film­mak­ers, by Com­mie film­mak­ers, by racist film­mak­ers, […] by the Japan­ese, by the Philip­pines, by the Bolivians.”

Like the half-night­mare, half-doc­u­men­tary that was 2007’s My Win­nipeg, the images here look dredged up from the deep under­ground of a col­lec­tive sub­con­scious. The exquis­ite corpse log­ic by which the scenes bleed into each oth­er will be famil­iar to Maddin fans, as will the feel­ing of haunto­log­i­cal pastiche.

The films con­jure up an oth­er time and place that – like the spir­it world a clair­voy­ant claims to chan­nel – is actu­al­ly just very elab­o­rate show­man­ship. Insta­gram-type fil­ters switch and trans­port the clip from 20s occult movie to 60s home video. There’s even data-moshed cat videos in the mix. This is the fever­ish com­put­er dream of an inter­net that has had a century’s worth of record­ed images and desires uploaded to it.

It’s stan­dard pro­ce­dure when con­sum­ing any­thing online to be prompt­ed to share it on as many social media plat­forms as pos­si­ble. But the only social media trail Seances leaves is the evoca­tive and ran­dom­ly-gen­er­at­ed name of the film that you alone have just giv­en a secret glimpse of. Unlike artists who use the inter­net to invite their audi­ence to inter­act in the col­lec­tive process, to be not view­ers but users, Maddin is ask­ing you to sur­ren­der your­self to a form that doesn’t allow you to book­mark and peruse it at your leisure. Maddin’s mak­ing use of the internet’s pow­er to infi­nite­ly process infor­ma­tion, but these ephemer­al and finite shorts look back to a time when films were frag­ile, mate­r­i­al objects.

Check out Seances at seances​.nfb​.ca

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