So, a few dys ago we watched Tony Hancock’s, ‘The Rebel’. A 1962 satirical comedy; not lacking in post-modern irony. It explored a man who had grown sick of his 9-5 life and headed to Paris in search of success as an abstract artist. Straight away the film made me slightly uncomfortable; seeing his childlike work coupled with his dreams of success actually brought out nothing but empathy in me. And obviously we’re all privy to his trials and tribulations along the way! Surely a hit in its day, I found myself fidgety throughout it; understanding the underlying message, just not so much appreciating the humour.
The jokes relating to the abstract art all seem pretty clichéd now, seems the jokes have all been done to death since the films release! In terms of initiating new ideas and helping me progress with work, its not had much impact. It has, however, made me appreciative of how much more we are allowed to explore and manipulate in terms of art these days, without being questioned.
The jokes relating to the abstract art all seem pretty clichéd now, seems the jokes have all been done to death since the films release! In terms of initiating new ideas and helping me progress with work, its not had much impact. It has, however, made me appreciative of how much more we are allowed to explore and manipulate in terms of art these days, without being questioned.
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