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The Wild Wild World of Jamie Leonarder

Tonight at the Film Festival, I saw a documentary titled Love and Anarchy: The Wild Wild World of Jamie Leonarder. The subject of the documentary is a rather unusual person, who has lived the life of the outsider in every way. He worked in psychiatric hospitals, started a noise-rock band named The Mu-Mesons, most of whose members suffer from schizophrenia, associated with outsider artists, and more recently, ran a retro/lounge/exotica night named Sounds of Seduction in Sydney, and became a renowned collector and exhibitor of "psychotronic" cinema (i.e., all the indescribably weird stuff from prior decades, from low-budget monster movies to films from Christian groups on the evils of teenage dating to vintage sex-education films). Anyway, the documentary had some interesting thoughts on outsider art, including the assertion that outsider art is more original than art by trained or mentally normal artists (which makes sense).

There are 2 comments on "The Wild Wild World of Jamie Leonarder":

Posted by: Ben http:// Tue Jul 30 12:26:04 2002

Have you ever seen the Italian film Love and Anarchy? It's very good, about this rural Anarchist who comes to Rome to shoot Mussolini and finds love, then gets clubbed to death by fascists.

Incidentally, you will all be pleased to hear I didn't get evicted today, the Residential Tenancy Tribunal threw out the landlord's complaint.

Posted by: gil crespy Wed Apr 21 22:37:28 2010

The screening of 'Nosferatu' at the Opera House was a huge disappointment for me. First of all, the preamble - a tardily compiled collection of clips from other vampire flicks - took the edge off my anticipation. And really, an audience comprised of cinephiles does not need to have the bleedin' obvious lectured to it. But what really bugged me was the band. It's timing was spot-on and it was beautifully rehearsed, but the music I thought was too loud, and worse, inappropriate. If Nosferatu is, as most people gathered would argue, a classic of the vampire/horror genre, surely it warranted a 'score' that reflected its intended mood. Instead we got snippets from Bonanza, Benny Hill, The Pink Panther and a hokey take on We'll Meet Again. Humour was most certainly not the filmmaker's intention, but the smart arsed, undergraduate musical 'wit' was encouraging us to laugh at his work. Mockery is indeed the curse of contemporary culture and its nabobs of hipness.

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