The films of James Fotopoulos examine heady esthetic and existential Few people have had the chance to see Fotopoulos’ works. Fotopoulos grew up in Norridge, IL. His background was solidly He displayed an early aptitude for drawing as a kid, but became Hardly the typical film school fare, Zero is a 142-minute The character’s life is both a grungily realistic depiction The film is structured as a series of compulsively repetitive After completing Zero (shot in only five days over the Nevertheless, the feature garnered limited video distribution Fotopoulos has received more recognition with Migrating Forms, His short films vary widely in scope and purpose, sometimes Working at a breakneck exploitation-style speed, Fotopoulos "If I had to work in film in some other time," he Zero screens Tues., Nov. 21, 9 p.m., at Collective Unconscious,
concerns through a unique hybrid of contemplative, delicate avant-garde formal
effects and brutal low-budget body-horror, set within meticulously plotted structures
that eschew typical experimental serendipity in favor of calculated auteurist
rigor. At age 24, he’s completed 12 shorts and two features that play like
the unlikely progeny of Stan Brakhage and Richard Kern, set in dingy urban environments
that would make Ed Ulmer proud. Obsessed with the philosophical problems regarding
sex, violence, extreme psychic states and unnerving atmospheres, as well as
the classic formal issues of 16 mm lensing, Fotopoulos’ films wed a youthful
fixation with the overpowering nature of primal drives to an uncommonly mature
certitude of vision and technique.
He’s only screened them in public fairly recently, and then only at a handful
of festivals. Next week, however, the Chicago director will be in town to screen
his two features, Zero (1997) and Migrating Forms (1999), plus
eight of his most recent shorts.
working-class. His father was a policeman and his mother a hairdresser, and
Fotopoulos himself currently works in a warehouse. He also happened to grow
up just a few houses away from the razed former residence of John Wayne Gacy.
"I don’t like to say that too often," Fotopoulos remarked recently.
"I know that people will say ‘Oh, that’s why.’ But when
you’ve always known this empty lot, and what went on there, it can’t
help but make you think."
fully devoted to filmmaking by 15. After doing a series of 16 mm shorts, he
started shooting his first feature, Zero, at 18, in his first year of
film classes at Columbia College in Chicago.
study of the inner and outer life of a young, sociopathic loner, less a narrative
than a temporal portrait. The unnamed protagonist, a gangly lad in shabby, hickish
garb, meanders through gentle wilderness, covers the walls of his bunker-like
home with pornography and anatomical diagrams, dissects a cow’s head, masturbates
violently to magazines and curses loudly to himself about Jews, blacks and women.
Especially about women: the man endlessly laments his loneliness and lack of
love. In a distinctly Dahmeresque move, he finds sexual satisfaction with a
female mannequin, whom he begins treating passionately as his inanimate inamorata.
All this time, a cancerous cyst grows on the man’s arm, increasing in size
as his mental state further deteriorates.
of the now-familiar psychological extremities of serial killer types, as well
as a harsh metaphor for all heterosexual male desire, pathetic and pathologized.
"I think Colin Wilson wrote something like, ‘Everything that Ted Bundy
did, men do,’" Fotopoulos says, quoting Wilson’s History of
Murder. "A lot of these people, they’re sexually obsessed, but
not too different than most teenage boys. They just go further."
narrative slabs, interspersed with increasingly baroque experimental sequences
that exteriorize the man’s hyper-masculine desires and mutated mentations.
These range from relatively straightforward shots of meatlike, naked bodies
to hand-painted, optically printed firestorms to ominous organic sculptures.
Color plays a key emotional role, as it does in some of his more recent short
films. The tinted monochrome stock shifts from sepia to orange to purple over
the two-plus-hour run, broken up by bursts of thick painted-on color in some
dream sequences. The sound design is equally concrete and expressive, including
many of the staticky bad-signal fuzzes and neo-industrial electronic drones
that provide the signature sonic atmospheres that permeate his works.
span of more than a year), Fotopoulos showed it to a local film critic known
for his support of avant-garde film. The critic, however, was less than supportive.
"He couldn’t say it was bad, but wouldn’t say it was good,"
Fotopoulos recalls. "So he just tells me, ‘You can’t do this.’
He told me that I couldn’t mix narrative and avant-garde techniques."
through the small label Provisional, run by noted rock writer Joe Carducci.
Despite his genre-bending, transgressive film style, Fotopoulos himself isn’t
a video-geek indie wannabe or trendy scenester. Conservatively dressed and socially
reserved, Fotopoulos is less Film Threat than Film Culture. Once
his interest is sparked, however, he passionately discusses his deep admiration
for canonical auteurs like Welles, Ford, Hawks, Godard and Fassbinder, and expounds
strikingy complex explanations of his own art. There are few other filmmakers
his age who would assert in conversations that "color in cinema is a big
problem today" or "the best actors understand themselves as objects,"
but at the same time, his expectations of his own work are relatively understated.
His own films, he explains, are "very insular, very interior things. I
do them thinking that no one’s going to watch them. So what if it’s
two-and-a-half hours long and people can’t sit through it? I can’t
worry about that. If they even show in five good-sized cities, that would be
which won awards at the Chicago and New York Underground Film Festivals and
continues to play around the world. Migrating Forms reworks many of the
same structural and thematic concerns of Zero, but in ways that are more
subtle, controlled, abstracted and detached. The story takes place in the unremarkable
urban apartment of a young man who is having an affair with a slatternly blonde.
Most of the film consists of their awkward interactions before sex, interspersed
with silent anamorphic dream images of women’s bodies, suggesting a vaguely
unsettling, oceanic escape from crushingly mundane reality. As their affair
continues, an impossibly large cyst grows on the woman’s back. Whereas
Zero dealt with the problem of exteriorizing the main character’s
sexual and thanatological drives, Migrating Forms takes these concerns
and disperses them into the diffuse atmosphere of the film. At only 80 minutes,
it feels like a pure, perfectly crafted object.
feeling like working sketches for the features, but always done with a stand-alone
integrity. A couple of very brief silent shorts–Two Cats (1999)
and Breathe (2000)–are each less than a minute long. These continue
Fotopoulos’ interests in the exterior depiction of interior states, each
fluttering moment seeming to capture the essence of a fleeting, perhaps oneiric
memory. Other shorts play like cubist horror films, juggling images of meaty
skulls, murdered corpses, and grotesque alien anatomies. One of the most powerful
and direct shorts, Drowning (2000), plays with shooting images entirely
off a video monitor. With colors shifted into electric blues, the film depicts
a thin, smiling young woman taking her clothes off for the camera, and shifting
around on a bed in various stereotypical porn poses. Her movements are sped
up to herky-jerky silent film speeds, and the camera zooms in to focus on still
video frames of her hair and eyes. The effect is profoundly antipornographic,
perhaps even spiritual. It’s an attempt to force a glimpse of redemptive
humanity out of the dehumanizing esthetics of pornography.
is currently editing a third feature, Back Against the Wall, set in the
world of Midwestern "lingerie modeling"; shooting a fourth feature,
Esophagus, which takes place over 500 million years; and beginning production
on a fifth feature, Christabel, based loosely on the poem by Coleridge.
His devotion to filmmaking is no less obsessive and overpowering than the psychic
tumult depicted in his films, yet he’s fully aware that he’s living
a kind of mystically monkish anachronism through his art.
says, "I’d want it to be the silent era. It was all new. The notion
that you were shooting in this way, that was new. You’re inventing everything
as you go. You’re making like 400 movies in the middle of the desert."
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Migrating Forms and short films by James Fotopoulos screen Nov. 24-26
at Anthology Film Archives, 32 2nd Ave. (2nd St.), 505-5181. Zero can
be ordered from www.fantasmainc.com.
The films of James Fotopoulos examine heady esthetic and existential
Few people have had the chance to see Fotopoulos’ works.
Fotopoulos grew up in Norridge, IL. His background was solidly
He displayed an early aptitude for drawing as a kid, but became
Hardly the typical film school fare, Zero is a 142-minute
The character’s life is both a grungily realistic depiction
The film is structured as a series of compulsively repetitive
After completing Zero (shot in only five days over the
Nevertheless, the feature garnered limited video distribution
Fotopoulos has received more recognition with Migrating Forms,
His short films vary widely in scope and purpose, sometimes
Working at a breakneck exploitation-style speed, Fotopoulos
"If I had to work in film in some other time," he
Zero screens Tues., Nov. 21, 9 p.m., at Collective Unconscious,