Emmanuelle
Antille: Angels Camp First Songs
Until September 26; CCA
A mere ten minutes into Emmanuelle Antilles 80-minute film at
CCA, I knew it was going to be a long haul. With very little dialogue,
a creaky plot and even creakier floorboards, I was not enthralled.
If I had been there for my own pleasure, I would have abandoned ship
without further ado. However, as I was there for yours, I sat through
the entire 80 minutes of Angels Camp, only to establish that the last
quarter of the film was an exact re-run of the video installation
I had already endured next door. Rule number one of making movies:
dont show people the end of the film before the start.
Admittedly, art is all about breaking rules, but if you want to tell
a good story (which Antille is trying to do), youd better make
very sure that your audience has a reason to stay until the end. Antille
plans to draw people into the film by showing them the installation
first. Perhaps she thinks that once in the cinema, the lyrical quality
of the images and the intensity of the characters will keep the audience
transfixed. Unfortunately the cinematography is mundane and the performances
stilted.
In the CCAs accompanying video of the artist in conversation,
Antille explains that none of her actors (ie family and friends) are
allowed to partake in the editing because theyd just want to
make themselves look good. Its a shame she didnt apply
this rule to herself. Antille has given herself the most romantic
parts and the nicest frocks: as the River Girl, she roams about in
a nightie trying to be soulful and angelic. She is more convincing
in the introductory sequence as a seductive cabaret songstress, demonstrating
right from the start that the films most successful element
is to be its music.
It should be said here that my antipathy to this work is not shared
by everyone. Antille is a successful artist, and Angels Camp was Switzerlands
contribution to last years Venice Biennale. Following on from
earlier small-scale films the artist secured funding for a sizeable
crew and for technical equipment, and she has produced a whole raft
of products under the banner of Angels Camp.
Theres the sound installation, audible in CCAs foyer,
which is essentially an English version of the films few spoken
words, ricocheting between speakers. Then there are the photographs
of the characters in their own settings caves, cabins, and
cornfields. These are what the film industry would describe as production
shots, used for marketing purposes. There is the book of the film,
full of pictures and poetry, and also a novel which fleshes out the
story.
Then there is the video installation. This comprises four suspended
screens, each showing shots from the final section of the film, in
which lots of over-excitable young people tear a dead octopus from
limb to limb and then feel sad, causing the pretty lady in the nightie
to walk soulfully into the river after killing a cute kitten.
Lastly, theres the CD of the films musical soundtrack,
the most successful aspect of the whole project. Antille commissioned
the Swiss band, Honey for Petzi, to improvise the music live, in front
of the film, a little like organists in cinemas of yore. The result
is a beautifully melancholic flow of guitar riffs which smoothes the
passage of the narrative, and which cant fail to recall the
blue soundtrack of Twin Peaks. Antille optimistically cites as her
influences the usual art house selection of directors Fellini,
Antonioni and so on but she is clearly indebted most of all
to David Lynch.
Strangely, she doesnt mention Lynch, but there is no doubt that
Angels Camp gets its best material from Twin Peaks and Mulholland
Drive. Set in that grey area between dream and reality, its
got the dead female body, the rivers, the cabins, the lesbians, the
mysterious car, and the camped up cabaret interludes, as well as that
twangy guitar soundtrack.
Unfortunately it doesnt have the style, the subtlety or the
suspense.
Despite the doomed over-ambitiousness of this project, there is one
thing about it which I am glad to see: the return of storytelling.
Narrative is making a comeback after many years in the wilderness,
discredited first by abstraction and then by deconstruction.
Artists are now cautiously feeling their way back to the beginning,
middle and end, and grappling with the problem of how to fit them
into a gallery context. Antilles answer is to break the narrative
up into its constituent parts chronologically and in terms
of sound, image, and word scattering it around the gallery,
before piecing it back together in the cinema.
It doesnt work, but maybe it was worth a try.
Catrìona
Black, Sunday Herald 12.09.04