Cinema in the year 2018
In 2018, I belong to an Independent Virtual Film Library and I’m given advice on media texts by a Virtual Librarian. Payment is graduated. As soon as I begin watching a title a transaction is initiated which is wired from my NET account to the individual filmmaker or independent production company’s account. The IVFL receives a small cut of all sales. As I continue watching, the transfer grows towards a maximum payment. If I stop watching at 6 minutes I only pay for 6 minutes.
Say, for example, I feel a desire coming on for something Russian – contemporary – made after 2015. My neurocircuitry isn’t in great shape and I’m feeling lazy. The IVFL’s doors are always open. Nice and quiet, elegantly designed, away from the garish hustle and bustle of the rest of the ether. A friendly Virtual Librarian always ready to help. Rather like the librarian at my local civic library back in 2008, the 2018 VL is a gargantuan receptacle of film knowledge and a great film conversationalist to boot. I begin with some loose criteria perhaps describing the mood I’m in, a theme, the impact on me made by a particular piece of direction in one of my favourite films. The VL listens. Ah! That personal touch. I’m asked some leading questions; the VL is an expert at eliciting. After some invigorating discussion into which are drawn a couple of fellow VLs a selection of films is gathered and I’m left alone to browse. I follow some links to the intraweb spaces of a small production company in Norilsk and a couple of independent filmmakers in Moscow and Yekaterinburg, and I hop amongst the three absorbing ethos and aesthetic. I choose a social realist/memory crime hybrid by the Norilsk crew, fix myself a c-shake and settle down in a comfy chair. My living space darkens and the hyperscreen illumines.
What’s your poison?
Say, for example, I feel a desire coming on for something Russian – contemporary – made after 2015. My neurocircuitry isn’t in great shape and I’m feeling lazy. The IVFL’s doors are always open. Nice and quiet, elegantly designed, away from the garish hustle and bustle of the rest of the ether. A friendly Virtual Librarian always ready to help. Rather like the librarian at my local civic library back in 2008, the 2018 VL is a gargantuan receptacle of film knowledge and a great film conversationalist to boot. I begin with some loose criteria perhaps describing the mood I’m in, a theme, the impact on me made by a particular piece of direction in one of my favourite films. The VL listens. Ah! That personal touch. I’m asked some leading questions; the VL is an expert at eliciting. After some invigorating discussion into which are drawn a couple of fellow VLs a selection of films is gathered and I’m left alone to browse. I follow some links to the intraweb spaces of a small production company in Norilsk and a couple of independent filmmakers in Moscow and Yekaterinburg, and I hop amongst the three absorbing ethos and aesthetic. I choose a social realist/memory crime hybrid by the Norilsk crew, fix myself a c-shake and settle down in a comfy chair. My living space darkens and the hyperscreen illumines.
What’s your poison?
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