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Saturday, August 23, 2014

David Hartt at Carnegie Museum of Art

David Hartt at Carnegie Museum of Art

The score’s initial passing resemblance to Bepler’s Cremaster score, heavy on atonal art standards, quickly dissolves into deconstructed pastiche, a fun free jazz lobby music suspending, like the film’s forever-digressed plot, a never-coalescing, and distending like cremaster muscle the foreboding long shots of architecture’s banal non-ness, opposing Barney’s continual erection - square shots on male architecture - with your more standard on-the-fly montage cuts of hollywood banality, Hartt’s sometimes fun Tacita Dean style ride. The home of Ebony/Jet comes off as far more interesting merry-go-round than Dean’s even most alluring Kubrickian evirons.
The exhibition's documentation mirrors the film’s fetish of architecture.