Monday Movies Is Out Of Time

When a character on screen swims under water, do you ever try to hold your breath for the duration? If so, you may intuit without my help that the radical departure of Christian Marclay’s 24-hour video installation The Clock is that in it, one minute=one minute.

This clock has a very different use in The Clock than it did in its original setting.

The Clock is, in fact, a clock. Its minute and hour hands are clips of feature films that feature clocks. Some are famous, some recognizable, others next to anonymous. Some are critical moments — I had the pleasure to be there for 10:04 pm, the exact moment when the Hill Valley Courthouse was famously struck by lightning on November 12, 1955; cheers went up. Others suggest significant moments within a narrative–the changing of an hour, almost always; even a shot that shows one minute changing to another suggests that a transition is happening elsewhere in the world.

In the world of The Clock, this becomes startlingly true and not-true at once. Whatever momentousness the viewer feels is immediately stolen, as the film moves on to another clip. Indeed, some of the most telling clocks are those that are purely there as set dressing — the large, plain institutional clocks in police stations, the decorative tabletop clocks in living rooms. The force that those clocks exert on life is anterior to what we might naively imagine to be cinema’s chief force, narrative.

Cinematic narrative found its language contemporaneously with the great Modern novelists, Woolf, Forster, Joyce, who (along with Bergson) portrayed time as it elapsed within the self. We’ve received this as a revolutionary dawn, but it was also a fairly quick rebellion — time had only become an impersonal and rigid global latticework in the previous generation, when the need to schedule trains led to the imposition of commonly set clocks.

Marclay’s clock atomizes the cinema’s endlessly malleable putty of time. The minutes are revenants, hungry ghosts unglued from their narratives, friendly snakes eating their tails. I can’t separate the brutal reimposition of impersonal time from the sheer fun of seeing grandfather clocks, clock towers, bedside alarm clocks and wristwatches all finally get one looping dance extravaganza, where Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd are just two of the innumerable guest stars. The Clock is strangely fun to watch. I’ve done it twice now, last Saturday from 9:40 pm for about an hour, and last year from about 10 to 11 am.

[Update: I removed the embedded trailer for the clock, now at the link. As the youtube page points out, it should technically only be watched at 12:04 pm. I don't want to mess up your sense of time.]

I’ll keep going back if LACMA keeps showing it. I’ll stop if I learn to time my dreams. What did you spend your time watching?

x-posted to The Weblog

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6 Responses to “Monday Movies Is Out Of Time”

  1. Adam Kotsko Says:

    On your recommendation, we watched The Weatherman, after which we needed a drink. My favorite detail was when he tells his dad that he was hit by a burrito, but in his recounting of all the times someone threw stuff at him, it turns out it was just a soft taco.

    We also watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, since I taught Hamlet this semester. My students were all uniformly fascinated by the very existence of this film, which caused them to place arguably too much emphasis on the role of R&G in the play. I found it to be a kind of cross between Hamlet and Waiting for Godot (which I also taught, so I guess I’m biased), and I found the continual discoveries in physics to be pretty hilarious. It was also nice how they studiously avoided giving Hamlet any lines not found in the play, even though they depicted the events on the pirate ship. And Ian Richardson was of course excellent as Polonius.

  2. dbarber Says:

    I know i’m late on this, but just saw _Drive_. And, has anyone written about the racialization of this movie?!? A very white man, confused about why he’s driving (moving across space = colonizing?), takes it upon himself to “save” the white woman from a Latino man, and takes as enemies figures coded as Jewish / Italian and Slavic. And though our John Wayne comes out victorious, he is told that he will be haunted by these people all of his life. I feel like i heard a lot about this movie, but very little about this very explicit racial / colonial narrative…

  3. Josh K-sky Says:

    The Monday Movies take on Drive referred to its “Killing an Arab” problem–I like the way you flesh it out as a colonist’s nightmare.

  4. Adam Kotsko Says:

    Reportedly there’s going to be a sequel!

  5. Josh K-sky Says:

    With unearthly finesse and haunting eyes, Ryan Gosling maneuvers souped-up anonymous-looking cars into ever-smaller spaces in Park.

  6. mattintoledo Says:

    “You show me a spot and give me 30 seconds, and I will park there. After that, you’re on your own.”


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