the reality edit

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still in the process of learning FInal Cut X, i am editing an interview with a certain artist, as part of my practice, which  unfortunately cannot be shared, as the content is not to be used publicly. watching the rushes, i gasped. had it been at a party, I'd have already walked away from this guy after 30 second of the soundbite. the only thing to do instead of cursing while bitterly watching and listening to the man over and over for the sake of learning nuts and bolts, was to make an MTV type of trash-art-mentary edit, 20 minutes cut to 5. for my own entertainment pleasure.

people say vile things. then other kind people edit -- or people told to be kind, rather, --cut the nasty bits away, flush them down with debris to the place where the rest of the garbage and evil goes.

or, as in reality TV, not -- quite the opposite. all the rubbish is kept nicely fluffed up to the max.
I've been thinking that in a Houlebecq, De Lillo, Easton Ellis etc. way it could be a really interesting socio-political study of a job, to work on reality TV edits. slice it not-so-nice. push the colours up, noise, glare... until you're so saturated you probably become quite ill. or maybe not, maybe life is just so much simpler after overexposure to crass trash junk kitch.

for example offered on topic by a friend:


this is terrifyingly satisfying to watch. Made me remember days of "telley" culture while living in UK. BBC really does it best, it is so great, so modern, so self-deprecatingly honest, mocking and perfectly inappropriate. UK, the perfect trash culture, miss you a little bit. sometimes.

read more on UK media topic here.


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