A Silent Music Video: Aereogramme's "Conscious Life"
A stunning work of art from a talented new voice in video, photography
and film...
Aereogramme "Conscious Life"
dir. by Tobias Feltus
written by Ruth Moore
Music videos and silent film seem to be dialectically opposed forms of
cinema. MTV started in the 1980s while single reel films where on the
rise in the 1880s. The distance between Griffith and Gondry, or
hand-cranks and digital, seems insurmountable. And after all, a
soundless music video is a flat-out impossibility.
But in truth music has been a vital component of the film experience
from the very beginning. The first public film exhibition (1885 by the
Lumiere Brothers) was accompanied by a live improvising pianist, and
after 1915's The Birth of a Nation, almost every film reel was sent
out with a companion sheet of original music. In fact, during the
"silent" era, film studios employed more instrumental musicians than
anyone else.
Composers like Timothy Brock (The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari) don't get
much credit, but their work was essential in bringing these speechless
stories to life. Words would occasionally appear on inter-titles, but
music was the true voice of the characters in a film - it was how the
audience connected with the emotions of a piece. In modern times we
find a similar relation in music videos, just with a simple role
reversal. Now the sheet music comes first, and it's the job of the
director to give form to the voice - to extract meaning from the song.
Tobias Feltus's "Conscious Life" is a near-perfect example of the
symbiosis between picture and sound that is only possible within these
two forms. They called The Jazz Singer a "talkie" in 1927 because
human speech, or a lack thereof, was the real defining quality of the
silent films that preceded it. Aereogramme's music contains words, but
they aren't directly spoken by any of the characters in "Conscious
Life." Rather they serve as our guide through the psychology and
context behind the happenings on screen.
The Lodger (1926)
Since we can't hear the conversations, it's up to the actors and
director to convey the meaning of the interactions. When the sickly
woman suddenly gets up to leave, whether or not we can read his lips,
we know the man is wondering if "everything is alright." And when his
new beau asks about a strange photo on the wall, we can see the
intense thought before his answer - "it's just a picture."
At that exact moment, as the photographer hesitates to answer his
girlfriend's question, we can also hear Aereogramme's Craig B sing/ask
"something I should bury, or something I should share?" The song is
directed towards a "coma boy" who is struggling to find a door to
consciousness. In many ways the ever present camera, which constantly
reminds us that we are watching a film, is presented as a possible
gateway to fulfillment for the photographer.
Towards the start of the video we actually get a perspective from
inside the camera, as the photographer peers at his female subject. In
the circular frame she appears upside down, and the lyrics of the song
play "a place to hide under, a secret place to keep." The camera
captures and safely holds this moment, later hanging on the wall as a
permanent reminder of the photographer's feelings.
Yet while we might typically describe a photo as a moment "frozen in
time," Feltus challenges the idea that art could ever be stagnant -
there is quite literally life in that frame. In a chilling and
breathtaking moment, just as the man and his new love are making out,
the eyes of the dead lover spark to life in the photograph between
them. In the next scene the man is visited by her ghost, and she asks
him to "wake up." When he does so he drops his notebook (where we
imagine he had written some thoughts which led to a realization) and
is quickly pulled into the supposedly dormant picture.
Feltus and his crew take great care to be faithful to the silent
style, from excessive eye make-up to the intentional over-acting (even
making reference to early horror films), but the subtle touch of the
modern effects are what make this such an accomplished video. Not only
with the clever screen tricks, but also in the integration of the
lyrical and musical content of a contemporary rock song. We've seen
many videos mimic classics in visual style alone, but few have
captured the overall emotional weight of silent movies quite as well
as Feltus. It's no Sunrise, but one senses Murnau would approve.
When the protagonist steps into the photo, the inter-title reads and
we hear in the song, "come bury your soul with me." But this man is
only now actually "waking up" to life; his moments in that room were
his moments of unconsciousness. It may seem odd to suggest that being
trapped inside a photograph is a symbol of freedom, but watch
carefully as the video ends. Though the two lovers are indeed inside
the frame, they are alive, and we can see them move ever so slightly.
Art is love, is freedom is consciousness. That photograph speaks
volumes.
Yet there is a finality to it, just as the video must end, that photo
must forever hang. Is it worth burying your soul in what you love to
be eternally trapped in momentary beauty? "A bloated rich endeavor, or
necessary care"? Would you rather be emblazoned on a Grecian urn, or
walk away alone? We might answer one way, but we can never fully
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