The Guardian
- September 26, 2003
interview > Sean O'Hagan
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Harmony Korine has been
hailed as one of the great new voices of American cinema. Why,
then, is he hanging out underneath David Blaine's box? Steve Rose
finds out.
In the hurricane of incidents,
insults, opinions, speculations and projectile groceries whirling
around the calm centre of David Blaine's Perspex box over the past
couple of weeks, it has almost passed without notice that the
person filming it all is none other than Harmony Korine.
Yes, that Harmony Korine, the
contradictory polymath who gained infamy at the tender age of 19
for having scripted Larry Clark's teen exposé Kids, and who
successfully built on that notoriety through his own controversial
movies, Gummo and Julien Donkey-Boy ("films based on underage
sex and animal cruelty", as one British newspaper put it last
week). Respected film-makers like Gus van Sant and Werner Herzog
have praised Korine as one of the few true voices American cinema
has produced in the past 20 years. To others, he is emblematic of,
if not directly responsible for, the moral decline of the west.
Either way, his presence in London, at the helm of a reality TV
show, for broadcast on Sky TV and Channel 4, seems rather
incongruous, like finding Martin Scorsese guest-directing
EastEnders.
It is unlikely that Korine is
high on any TV executives' list of directors they'd feel
comfortable giving complete creative control to, especially for a
stunt that has captured national attention so successfully, but
he's part of the package. When an interviewer queried Blaine's
choice of Korine before he entered the box, he said: "He is
the only artist that could possibly understand this."
Korine and Blaine devised this
stunt together. They met at the premiere of Kids, in 1995, and
have been close friends ever since. "I'd been hearing about
him in New York before he was famous," Korine recalls. "And
the first time we met, he just made a powerful impression on me,
like he does with everybody. He showed me a good trick. We were in
a pizza restaurant. He got into one of the ovens and turned the
heat on. He stayed in there for hours."
Not long after their encounter,
Blaine started filming his magic on the streets of New York, and
Korine was part of his team. "I didn't really have a fixed
role. I'd just come and hang out with him, as kind of someone to
consult. Most of that stuff was just experimental. There wasn't
any plan, we'd just try things and see what got a good reaction."
Bizarrely, Korine is credited as "gaffer" in the
programme. "Yeah, that was just a title I chose because I
liked the word."
The two spent a few years
generating gossip column inches as members of Leonardo DiCaprio's
hell-raising "Pussy Posse" in the late-1990s, but since
then, they have been busy on their own projects. Korine on his
movies, Blaine on his public endurance spectacles - being buried
under a New York street, being entombed in a block of ice, and
standing on top of a pillar for 36 hours.
When Blaine started talking about
doing something similar outside of the US, Korine was on hand to
collaborate. A key inspiration for this stunt, officially titled
Above the Below, was Franz Kafka's The Hunger Artist, he explains.
Kafka's short story chronicles the decline of a once-celebrated
public fasting artist, whose audience abandons him for more
dynamic spectacles, like the circus. Kafka was supposedly mourning
the loss of spirituality and mysticism in the modern age - so
perhaps he would have been heartened by Blaine's revival of public
interest in the art. Or at least he might have understood the
reaction to Blaine in the first week, when his box was pelted with
eggs and golfballs.
Predictably, Korine was unfazed
by the early hostility. "There's no right or wrong way to
react to it, that was the whole idea. We just wanted to do
something that would spark a discourse. Some people might find it
beautiful, some people might find it horrible, or harmless fun, or
just stupid." The stunt is now in its second week, and Korine
is sitting under the box on a sunny afternoon looking out from
behind the beefed-up security perimeter on a far less hostile
crowd. The atmosphere has become positively carnival-like. Hawkers
sell hot dogs and Blaine-related T-shirts, schoolkids chant
Blaine's name in unison in attempts to elicit a feeble wave. One
woman wants six lottery numbers from him, a man moons at him,
tourists take pictures of other people taking pictures. "I
feel like PT Barnum," says Korine.
While Blaine starves up in the
box, you could say Korine has the easy bit, simply hanging around
and shooting what happens. There's not even much window cleaning
to do now that the eggs have stopped. But nobody is quite sure
what kind of programme he's making. "We're not shooting this
like a TV documentary," he says, adding that he's never made
anything for television before. "It's going to be a kind of
visual diary, but with set pieces too, sort of like pastiche
bits." So far he's been seen baiting the crowd with false
information, and leading them in a countdown from 10 to zero for
no apparent reason. He has been shooting a Michael Jackson
impersonator going through his paces under Blaine's box. And he's
been in a helicopter over the Thames taking aerial shots. But they
had also been shooting Blaine performing magic tricks in London
for a month before he began his fast. "It's not really magic
magic, more like subterfuge on a mass level. There aren't any card
tricks, it's going to be more like Chris Burden."
Burden, the notoriously
masochistic west coast artist, has been a clear influence on both
Blaine and Korine. Among his more extreme performance pieces,
during the 1970s, he confined himself to a baggage locker for five
days, living only on water. He was also sealed under a sheet of
glass for 45 hours at Chicago's Museum of Contemporary Art,
drawing national attention. And in his most notorious piece,
Shoot, he filmed himself being shot in the arm at close range with
a rifle.
Korine has performed similar
artistic experiments in physical endurance. A few years ago he
started a project called Fight, where he went out on the streets
and picked fights with strangers, then let himself get beaten up.
One of his cameramen was Blaine. The idea was to get himself
assaulted by different New York ethnic groups, but the injuries
sustained and the hospital bills accrued for each minute of
footage proved to be prohibitive. "I won't ever be able to go
back to that," Korine says with a smile. "But I might
edit the footage together one day." To be honest, he no
longer looks like the sort of person who would do that sort of
thing. In contrast to the firebrand Korine of old, who,
accidentally or deliberately, seemed to stir up some kind of
controversial incident every time anyone interviewed him, today's
Korine is considerably calmer and wiser.
"I guess I felt a general
disconnect with life and with myself around that time. I'd been
doing this since I was 19, and I felt so consumed by the work all
the time, I felt like I was approaching life sort of tangentially.
I wasn't in a place I wanted to be." Since Julien Donkey-Boy,
he's spent a couple of years travelling outside America, living in
London and Paris. The change of pace has done him good. His
commitment to film-making has not evaporated though. After this,
he says, he plans to return to the US, and start work on a new
film. "I don't have a house any more, I don't really like
anywhere enough yet, but I'll probably go back to Tennessee and
start writing."
Meanwhile, one of his best
friends is still suspended in a Perspex box by the Thames, 23 days
away from his next meal. Kafka's hunger artist set a limit of 40
days for his fast, after which time his manager judged public
interest began to tail off. Blaine's limit is four days longer,
and Korine has no predictions as to how, or when, this will end.
"Everyone's talking about the hunger, but to me the mental
aspect is a lot scarier. It's about public isolation as much as
hunger, the contradiction of it."
So any idea why Blaine feels
compelled to do this stuff? "He's looking for something.
Whatever that is, no one else knows. It's his own personal journey."
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2003
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