There is always, in these beach party films, a circle of surfboards—like a palisade fence—around the fire. And then they sing and dance and fornicate to bongo drums
It's basically:
I'm sorry I'm stepping in circles here I'm not positive what I want to say yet or how it all lines up, I want a straight vector like staring down the sights of a gun but I'm not there yet, still grasping for connections
The surfers in Gidget see the women as sirens, who distract them from their ascetic, monklike purity as surfers—they are potential sources of involvement, attachment
Surfing as an almost libertarian subculture: "The way we see it round here, the Kahuna and me, nobody owes anybody anything. Not...
In Beach Party and Gidget—both milestones for this stuff, as Hawaiian surf culture mainstreams on the Western shores of America, via San Francisco and Long Beach's ports—
in these films the sea is an emblem of nature's rhythms. something deeper than the social, that which lies outside the...
And this brings us (by recirculation, by commodius vicus) back to Polynesian pop
Because the American GI is such a figure. And the American GI in the Pacific, in Vietnam—these go on to be portrayed as romantic figures who leave home and have an experience in the jungle and then they bring it...
Romance and the Sublime (the awful, the beautiful, the haunting) are all tied up with the history of electricity, too. The mysterious currents and forces and flows of energy. Galvinism. Animation of the inanimate. Electricity as life-force.
And so it's nice that, with a title like The Modern...
And how delightful to watch 1963's Beach Party—in which a worldclass anthropologist travels from Micronesia to Malibu to study the "puberty rites" and "mating dances" of surf culture—and see that the dudes' main haunt, a place called Big Daddy's, is based on Cafe Frankenstein in Laguna Beach...
(Which is also why this stuff is tied up with the Western, with the Space Age, with Christmas, with Disneyland, with Hollywood, with Southern California ie American Eden where winter never arrives. It's all about fantasy, escape, exoticism)
I've been thinking about the relation of this stuff to the sublime, to the Romance genre more widely
in part because I've been watching the various (1922 + Herzog) Nosferatu films, which are very influenced by stuff like Shelley's Frankenstein
Romance is all about the edge of the map, about...
I have been working on something for a long time, an introduction to lukathought and a eulogy ready to go incase he drinks too much and falls off his taxiboat into the thames, if anyone has leads
It makes me wonder if catalog started this thread just to dig at you. "Let's all celebrate luka's great ideas, list them out." Resounding silence from the board. Catalog never follows up, never mentions any of his own picks
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