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![]() A Challenging Documentary Of Art And Politics In The Former Yugoslavia. By Stacey Richter ROCK-AND-ROLL bands usually adopt the outlaw stance towards society that Marlon Brando took in The Wild One: "What have you got?" goes the famous answer, when asked what he was rebelling against. Even determined ruffians like The Sex Pistols only seemed to be spewing a charming but messy sort of anger with their God Save the Queen. It's the rare band that takes as its mission sustained and pointed political commentary--as did Laibach, an artistically ambitious musical group from the former Yugoslavia. American filmmaker Michael Benson documents the output of the '80s group Laibach and the New Slovenian Arts (NSK), an artistic collective of painters, musicians and a theater group all dedicated to investigating the connection between aesthetics and the totalitarian state. Laibach's shtick was to act, dress, sing, and talk like fascists, though they espoused no political doctrine at all. In Benson's film, the guys in Laibach come off as a cross between Devo and Ozzy Osborne (heavy on the Devo) with their stiff collars, groomed hair, and jackboots--like new-wave brown shirts. "Lust is dead, death is dead, God is dead," they sing (in Slovenian), in a deep, heavy-metal chortle, while a techno-beat thuds in the background. No one smiles. It's sort of...scary.
While totalitarian states have used art in the service of politics, the film points out that the NSK uses politics in the service of art. Their project involves exposing something present but hidden--unearthing the hidden totalitarianism lurking in Central Europe (a project that seems all the more prescient since the rise of bloody nationalist movements there). Their work has a kind of subtly and humor nonetheless. The NSK decided to push the issue a step farther and actually declare itself a state, with an embassy in Moscow that issued passports, all in the service of fulfilling their project of "designing" a state.
Laibach, NSK and the theater group Red Pilot all seem to have a flair for inventing challenging, disturbing rituals that an American curator would probably term performance art. At times, it seems that Benson is unable to simply roll the camera and let them do their stuff. Sometimes the film talks about the art more than it shows it. Analysis constantly accompanies the images in voice over--quite interesting analysis, at that, but it's difficult to absorb it all. This is a self-consciously intellectual film that tends to get a little dense. The material itself is layered and challenging, but ultimately, Predictions of Fire is a stylish, rewarding documentary that presents an interesting way of looking at the connections between art and politics.
Predictions of Fire is playing at The Screening
Room, 127 E. Congress St. Call 622-2262 for information.
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